The flower composition in my heart 1 When the spring breeze comes, a hundred flowers blossom. The weeping willows stand out.
I have tasted the Garden, which was in all loves at that time. A warm sun is like a cold wind in winter. Smell pear fragrance on the top and magnolia fragrance on the bottom; Looking at the peach branches from a distance, the pink rhyme is sweet. The spring sun is like fire, and sweet wine is poured between flower-shaped golden bottles everywhere. What kind of feast will it be and who will it be? Such a grand scene captured my heart, so the word "honor" can be imitated!
Today, I stopped to listen to the sky again. Although the spring breeze has begun, it has not completely driven away the cold in winter, resulting in flowers blooming. Walking in the middle, I was sighing when suddenly a clump of residual flowers came into view. As we all know, this flower is after the spring breeze and before a hundred flowers blossom. Swaying and spreading, branches spreading. Huayou is in love, and it is freezing in the early spring; Why be timid and strive for the first place, in order to meet all loves. I was too scared to notice this flower in the garden. Thinking of this, I leaned over to look closely, which means: the whole body is golden, slightly without sores, and the gold silk skirt is the dowry of the lady; Leaves adorn its side, talent is a good man, thinking about it day and night, feeling dejected. Flowers are like honey, crying for the moon, I don't know when you will return; Wooden shoes fall, homesick everywhere. My heart is broken for Iraq, and I will never forget it.
If you are in a foreign land, you have deep meaning. It doesn't matter if you are ugly. First frost is flying all over the sky, and it's desolate. Leaning against the fence, not leaning against the corridor, empty and bright.
However, look at its color and smell its fragrance. It's not fragrant. How can you welcome spring? Looking back, my heart aches, but this flower is gone and I can't think about it. Spring hasn't arrived yet, but I spent it in the cold wind. If spring comes, don't leave fragrance. Have sunsets ever touched you like frost? What if not? Pack your bags, shed your spring clothes, return to the dust, come to the warm sun of the new year, and put on new clothes.
The hermit Chunhua is not as lonely as Mei. In the cold wind, Yimei couldn't help being arrogant. In this flower, it is not extravagant to praise it before it blooms, before it blooms. Just want to welcome the spring, remain uncorrupted. Don't seek fame and fortune, catch up with the spring and go to other stations.
Get up and feel disappointed for a long time. My heart is pounding, as if something broke out in my heart. I think it should be spent on this. At that time, I was quite open-minded. I just wanted to be a person and was indifferent to the world, so I would welcome spring.
Casting the firmness of early spring with the cold of late winter; Do not compete with others, sleep alone in the world. You are the same, standing in our hearts!
The flowers in my heart are the warmest, more beautiful and warmer than those beautiful roses.
It was my fourth grade, and we had classes as usual. I suddenly felt weak and feverish. I touched my forehead and felt a little hot, but I was in class, so I held back. After class, I went to the bathroom and kept washing my forehead with cold water, trying my best to cool it down, but it was useless. My forehead is still hot, like warm water
When the head teacher was in class, I told the head teacher about my situation. After the class teacher knew it, he repeatedly asked me if I needed to ask for leave. I nodded slowly and said "OK" softly. The head teacher immediately wrote me a leave note, signed his name, handed it to me, and then got through to my mother's phone, told me the situation, and asked me to wait for my mother at the school gate alone.
After waiting for about ten minutes, my mother arrived. I immediately stood up, walked over, got in the car and went home. I'm still a little dizzy and listless in the car. As soon as I got home, my mother immediately put me in bed. She went to the refrigerator and took out ice cubes and put them on my hot forehead. Accustomed to the temperature of forehead, I suddenly came into contact with the opposite temperature. I reacted immediately, and gradually calmed down after I got used to it. My mother brought me a thermometer to measure my temperature. I already feel that the heat is slowly decreasing, and my heart is getting warmer.
Slowly, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that my mother had cooked the soup and waited for me to wake up and drink it. I removed the ice from my forehead and touched my forehead again. It's very cold and the fever has gone down. I sat down and picked up the bowl, which was also warm. Every time I take a sip, my heart warms up and the seeds in my heart sprout a little.
The love my mother gave me planted a flower seed in my heart. One day, it will become a beautiful flower that will warm my heart forever.
Beside the promenade, outside the school gate and under the fence, carnations are in full bloom again in my heart, and the faint fragrance floats with the wind, flowing at the tip of my nose and lingering in the new house. What makes me miss is the thick soup.
When I was a child, I was with my grandmother because the primary school was close to her home. I was young and naughty at that time. After lunch, what I hate most is drinking soup. So, as soon as I swallowed my last bite of rice, I quickly ran out of the canteen and escaped from the bowl of soup. In a short time, grandma found out and chased me, trying to pull me back for soup. I jumped up and down. In the living room, on the stairs and in the garden, I accidentally caught a glimpse of carnations around me. While hesitating, my grandmother came after me, grabbed me and pulled me home. In desperation, I had to drink soup.
Suddenly, I became a junior high school student. The school is also close to my grandmother's house. My grandmother brings me soup every Wednesday. Every Wednesday, I will come to the school gate to wait for my grandmother. Five minutes, ten minutes, why don't you come? I am impatient. Suddenly I saw a familiar figure in the distance, pedaling a bicycle in the scorching sun, approaching me bit by bit. Because of the hard riding, the body swings from side to side with the rotation of the pedal. When I arrived, I saw a smile on her sweaty face. I watched her stumble, her nose was sour, and her previous impatience disappeared without a trace. I unscrewed the bottle cap of the thermos bottle and the soup was fragrant in an instant. When my lips touched the bowl, I looked down and saw the carnations shaking in the sun at the school gate, like waving to me, more like the back of my grandmother riding a bike.
Unconsciously, three years passed and I went to high school. Occasionally, I see some parents delivering soup to their children after evening self-study. I saw a greeting, an answer and an encouragement between parents and children. It is so warm and natural, like the smell of carnations, seemingly faint but absent, which reminds me of my grandmother who sent me soup a few years ago.
Mother's Day is coming again this year. I decided to go to grandma's house for lunch with my mother, holding carnations in my hand and tasting grandma's delicious soup. Grandma is still smiling, but her hair is white again.
Time goes by, carnations bloom in my heart, forever!
Smiles can turn into wings and take us to the vast sea of clouds. Smiles can condense into light and guide us to the other side of success. A smile is like a lilac, a flower in the heart.
Lilacs, with a faint fragrance, are graceful, proud and unyielding, but have a stubbornness.
The hot sun is in the sky, the sun is hanging in the sky, birds are singing in the trees, listening to the excitement in the song. Physical education class, after running, all the students are sweating in the rest area. I took a look at the jumper and couldn't help but want to try it. Get ready, start taking off, with expectation, fail at the moment of landing, 9 points. I gritted my teeth again and jumped, 8 points. So again and again, I seemed to see the shining stars in front of me. My head was covered with shining sweat and my hair was messy, but I decided to jump again. I looked at 1 1 and felt very far away. Stand on tiptoe, wave and take off. I failed again and again in the long jump. I don't want to be one step away from success. I want to jump over! Take a breath, take it off, I stand firmly, turn around slowly, I smile, and the fragrance of the earth comes to my nose. It is lilac, the flower in my heart.
Sunlight scattered through the thick leaves and turned into golden spots. I was awakened by my father's phone call this morning. I replied impatiently to everything my father said, except one sentence: "Open the door quickly, I am outside!" " "What's the matter? I quickly put on my shoes and rushed out. I opened the door. Dad has a cake in his hand and a smile on his face is rippling. It was my birthday. Dad still remembers me holding my dad's neck and not knowing what to say. Tears fell like broken pearls, very fragrant, a faint fragrance. Mixed with my father's deep love, the lilacs in my heart opened. It gave birth to delicate flowers, and I gave a sweet smile. The flowers in my heart are always in bud, but I never sing a birthday song. The flowers in my heart are always in bud, but they never bloom. It takes courage and perseverance to make the flower in my heart bloom and bloom in my heart through my own persistence.
Let persistence be the fertilizer for flowers, the soil for flowers, and the flowers bloom in your heart.
Suddenly, I met another arduous task. But at this moment, the indomitable flower of encouragement in my heart is blooming. ...
That time, my mother planted a pot of flowers. This flower is like a stone monkey jumping out of a stone, with no name or surname. It doesn't matter if you don't have a name, but it's beautiful. Five wide, long and flat petals are painted with colorful pigments, with white in red and red in white; A stem that is neither thick nor long supports its five beautiful petals; Dense roots greedily suck the nutrients in the soil, making the petals more delicate.
I was attracted by this unique and elegant flower. But I'm worried. How many days can such a delicate and tiny flower survive in such a harsh environment?
I am preparing to take the school selection exam recently. I thought I was ready. I was confident, like a proud crane. But when I saw the horrible score, the tears as big as peas fell from my eyes. ...
When I got home, the weather was not beautiful. Like my mood, a lot of raindrops hit the ground like missiles, which frightened me. I stood on the balcony and looked at the scenery outside the window. Suddenly, I saw that beautiful flower! At this moment, it is not as gentle as water, but stands in the wind and rain. It uses petals to resist the cold rain and holds up hope with persistence. Such a small flower has such precious spirit, why can't I stick to it?
Since then, I have gradually set up my own flower of encouragement and let it enter my heart. Raise your head when I am in trouble, and let it go further and further with me on the road of life …
Our open-minded Chinese composition 6 is not concerned and friendly to strangers and disabled people, but what we have accepted since childhood is to keep a distance from strangers and beware of deception and begging by some disabled people, which seems to be a common problem in our society.
However, last winter vacation, I gave up this idea.
20xx 65438+ 10 month, participated in a winter camp and organized everyone to go to Beijing to play. When I arrived at the entrance of the hotel, I was greeted by the cold of Beijing with snowflakes in the air, and my body trembled in response.
When I arrived at the room, I felt "hungry and cold" and suggested to my friend, "Let's go down and have a look around and find a special restaurant to eat something. It's still warm."
My proposal was quickly approved. I said, "Don't worry, I'll locate my mobile phone first and look for the latest delicious food." Soon, the results came out, and there was an alley near us.
Walking into the alley, I saw a beggar. A friend of mine wants to go up and donate money. I grabbed his clothes and whispered, "Don't worry, wait and see." At this moment, suddenly a middle-aged man patted me on the shoulder: "Little classmate, this man is a liar. Recently, we cheated a lot of money in the alley like this. Don't be fooled. "
Our group left at once and went into the restaurant. Although I ate a lot, I never felt warm. I wonder in my heart, that man is really poor, not pretending.
With full of questions, we walked out of the restaurant and saw a young man quarreling with the middle-aged man just now. The young man said angrily, "He is disabled. Why don't you help him? " The middle-aged man said, "It's none of your business. There have been many such swindlers in our hutong recently, and you don't know! " "
Without saying anything, the young man walked into the restaurant with the disabled in his arms. Our eyes are moist, and there seems to be a warm current in our hearts. May this beautiful, bright and elegant flower of friendship remain in the world forever!
Open the historical picture of life and pick up that beautiful puzzle. It is like the most sincere flower in my garden, which will never wither and in my heart forever will bloom.
Recalling that this is the golden autumn season, the school needs two people to form a team to organize a music exam. Because it is not a free match, so sing with the singer who is out of tune. She is not only out of tune, but also the official influence on my singing. No, I only got an "excellent", which not only made us more annoyed, but also affected my award selection. As soon as I finish singing, I have to swallow it
"Jingle bell ..." When the bell rang, she came to me with a bright smile. "Lao Xu, play catch people!"
I played dumb, and she didn't know. She also pulled my ear seriously and shook my eyes with her hands. "Hey, call ..." Before I finished, I interrupted, "No need." Say that finish, I turned and left.
She sat in the corner of the campus alone, with anger or deep sadness in her eyes.
I didn't listen to a word the teacher said last class. It seems like a year has passed. I'm looking forward to it, and I finally stayed up until school.
When I wasn't paying attention, it was raining.
"Oh, no! I forgot my umbrella! I complained, "What a terrible day! "
I can't help it My parents didn't answer it, so I had to use my schoolbag as a new umbrella.
Just as I was about to go home, a familiar voice came from behind me: "Lao Xu, don't get wet! I have a VIP umbrella here! "
I turned my head and saw a familiar figure appear in front of my eyes. It's her! I stood under the house and looked at her shyly.
After a while, she ran to me, took my hand and walked slowly in the rain. At this moment, the tune she hummed is no longer so ugly.
It's raining, two girls are walking in tandem, and the rain has opened a spray under the umbrella. That spray will always be fixed on the picture of life history and will always open in my heart.
In the darkness, the silvery white flowers in the water tank are in full bloom. It is because of its existence that our hearts are best purified. -inscription
Looking at that flower, time seems to have solidified, and silver light fills my eyes. Oh, this is the flower in my heart. I sit in front of the computer and concentrate on surfing the Internet, studying and collecting information. Strong white light hit my eyes, and fatigue and drowsiness came at me together. "no! Stick to it for a while. " I said to myself, "There is still a lot of homework to do."
Suddenly, the computer and the light went out at the same time. I thought it was a power failure in horror, and I hit the table with my hand. I am saddened: "The homework is not saved well!" "
I am decadent on the table, and my heart cries over and over again, "Why? Why! "
Just then, the mother's cry came from the balcony: "Son! Come and see! " I reluctantly, angrily walked to the balcony, the scene in front of me but let me dumbfounded:
A white silver flower in the water tank! It has no petals, only a glowing stamen, rippling in the water waves. It is so white and flawless, just like a mirror, reflecting white light; It is so silver, like a green snail in a white plate.
I was fascinated, and my previous fatigue and sleepiness vanished, and I felt that the burden of life was reduced a lot. It has gradually become a flower in my heart.
Looking up occasionally, I found that it was the reflection of the moon. Against the background of the night, the moon looks particularly charming. I can't help reciting ancient poems about the moon: "I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it a white jade plate", "Looking up, I found that it was born by moonlight in the tide", "Moonlight is in its pine forest, and crystal stone is in its stream", "The moon should know me when it is affectionate and meet me in a foreign land every year" ...
Oh, when have I never seen this beautiful moon? It is our study and work that fill our hearts, so that we can enjoy the beautiful scenery of this world all the time. But the moon, still looking at us in the dark, is still so beautiful with a smile.
I refused to leave for a long time. Finally lying in bed, I hope to have a dream about the moon, about the flowers blooming in my heart. ...
Everyone's childhood is a flower bud, which will bloom one day; There is always a gorgeous day; There will always be a day of fragrance.
Childhood, this topic will cause us happy memories. I am no exception. Childhood filled me with infinite reverie about the future, which made everyone rush to the sunshine.
"Wow!" With a cry, I fell on the lawn of childhood memories, and my legs were covered with blood. I sat in the same place, holding a dandelion in my hand, which seemed to be covered with blood. "Don't cry, don't cry, there will be lollipops to eat!" I quickly wiped the tears from my face, covered my mouth and had tears in my eyes. Finally, I smiled through tears with a lollipop in my mouth. I giggled happily. My childhood happiness is really simple.
"Ah ..." Now that I'm hurt, I'll shout. Even if you cry, who will tell you silly not to cry? The pain of the past seems nothing now, maybe it is the tip of the iceberg. Just like my childhood dream, "When I grow up, I must give my parents a room full of money!" They all laughed, but how could it be so easy!
From crawling to stumbling, standing and walking, to kindergarten, I thought I was running fast. Aren't they all stumbling? Why didn't I say anything? Because it's different down there. I cried and complained when I was a child. Now, I face with a smile. Yes, great changes have taken place. I'm afraid the only constant is a confident heart to face life!
After the exam, the results were not satisfactory. According to the past, I will definitely be devastated, like a' body' without a soul. Now, relax, just four simple words.
I used to hate those children who cried all day and then left with a disgusted face. Now that I think about it, it's normal for me to come over like that.
Everyone has different flowers in his heart, but what about mine? This is a weathered flower-a strong flower. Now I'm stronger and more proud, and I'm starting to smell like Wan Li.
The flowers that bloom in your heart are beautiful, moving and colorful. They are very lovable, and their scent always makes you feel refreshed. Similarly, the flower of confidence that blooms in my heart also has such characteristics.
People are always full of fear for the first time. But that flower can always make people full of confidence, that is-the flower of self-confidence that blooms in the heart.
Speaking of my first time, there are countless, but what impressed me the most was my first performance on stage.
That time, it was my first time to perform on stage. I was nervous before I went on stage. Afraid of reciting the wrong lines, afraid of reciting the wrong position, I have been relaxing and calming my heart. But as soon as I got on stage and looked at the crowd, my heart was like a boulder falling from the sky that could not fall to the ground. Seeing others speak fluent lines makes me more nervous. At this time, I paused and said my lines. But I didn't expect that my lines were so fluent that the eyes of my teachers and classmates seemed to encourage me. I feel more confident. At the end of the whole performance, I found that I didn't make a mistake in a line, a gesture or even a small detail. The audience also stood up from their seats and gave us the warmest applause. Applause seems to affirm our performance, and the big stone in my heart finally landed safely.
This performance opened a bunch of brilliant flowers of confidence in my heart. Since then, I have become more confident.
A compliment and a burst of applause will make the flower of self-confidence bloom in your heart, and that flower of self-confidence will always be the most beautiful.
Flower composition in my heart 1 1 Grandma likes to grow flowers. There are flowers everywhere on her balcony and windowsill, which make grandma's house beautiful. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, I always follow her to see how she treats flowers. Looking at the colorful flowers and plants, I really want to raise a few pots myself.
Last summer vacation, I asked my grandmother for some pots of flowers and tried to raise them. I have read Lao She's "Raising Flowers", and I have also read the famous works about raising flowers. I didn't think about the relationship between flower cultivation and physical exercise, nor did I think about the problem of flower cultivation and sentiment cultivation. I just let an interest and love for flowers.
Because there are several pots of flowers at home, the originally peaceful life has been completely disrupted. As soon as I get up in the morning, I move them to the balcony to breathe fresh air, and then water and fertilize the flowers so that they can enjoy the warmth and moisture of the morning sunshine.
I have been planting flowers for more than a month. On this day, I watered the flowers as usual, and suddenly I found small buds on the branches of Chinese rose flowers. The bud is red and fluffy, like a delicate ruby. How delightful! I sat beside the Chinese rose all day that day, and after careful observation, she seemed to be the same. My mother smiled and said, "Silly child, it takes a process to blossom." Wait patiently for the flowers to bloom. "I have been quietly staring at them for the next few days. Another morning, when I got up to water the rose, I was surprised to find that the bud was slowly blooming. Although it is still small, it is so delicate, charming, bright and full of vitality. At this point, my heart is full of emotion.
Planting flowers for the first time made me feel the joy of labor and the joy of success!
The flower composition in my heart 12 The moon has fallen asleep and the stars are shining brightly in the sky. Looking at the bright moon, my thoughts returned to the flowers blooming in my heart.
On that day, the sun was shining and the earth was going to be hot. The wind girl woke the grass, and the grass poked its head out to welcome the new day.
In the afternoon, my brother and I sat at home alone doing our homework. Those annoying exercises make me frown and scratch my head.
Suddenly, "goo goo"-a strange sound came into my ears. It turned out that I was hungry, so I looked at my brother and continued to bury myself in my homework.
But the feeling of fasting is simply too uncomfortable. I'm starving! That kind of "goo goo" voice messed up my thoughts and made me unable to do my homework seriously.
I am immersed in my wonton dream, thinking about delicious wonton. I look at my hungry stomach and my saliva can't help flowing down my mouth in primary and secondary schools.
My brother seemed to read my mind and turned and ran downstairs like an arrow.
I thought my brother was going to pour water, but when I heard the door closing, I understood and felt grateful. Tears welled up in my heart and dripped into the buds in my heart.
"I can't live up to my brother's expectations!" I thought to myself.
As soon as my eyes lit up, my eyes turned to the unfinished exercises. I finished them wholeheartedly, all the difficult exercises were not difficult, and my stomach pain was relieved because of my brother's love.
Time went by and my brother came back. He gave me his wonton and left far away.
Looking at my brother's back, I was very moved and ashamed. The flowers in my heart are blooming, which is a symbol of emotion. When eating wonton, my cold heart suddenly became warm.
This matter still haunts me, and no sadness can erase the flower in my heart. Looking at the full moon, I entered my dream.
A flower in the heart composition 13 There is a flower in the heart, and the world is a flower; There is a flower in your heart, and the smell of the world is fragrant; There is a flower in my heart, and it is endless fun to leave it to fate. -inscription
There is a beautiful flower in my heart. It comes in three colors and smells delicious.
Dye one of my petals golden with "I don't regret the widening of my belt, but I am haggard because of Iraq".
The sun in the east has not yet risen, and it is still lazily lying in the depths of the ocean. I woke it up with the sound of reading and told it, "an inch of time is an inch of gold." During the day, I watered the flowers in my heart with hard sweat and inspired me to make progress with hard words. The evening breeze is rustling, and there are ink, flowers and, uh, sweat in the wind. This is me hiding in the quilt, holding a flashlight and struggling with a math problem. When really should be the sentence "burn ointment to continue".
I have Su Dongpo's ambition to "bow like a full moon, look at the northwest and shoot Sirius".
As the entrance examination approaches, I encourage myself with lofty aspirations. Whenever I want to give up, I can always be full of energy, hope and fighting spirit when I see the word' ambition' in regular script. Su Shi is old, and he still has the youthful pride of "the old man says that he is crazy about teenagers and looks to the northwest to fight wolves", and I have an ambition to fight for the future.
There is a sense of self-satisfaction of "watching the flowers bloom in front of the hall and looking up at the clouds in the sky"
In ancient times, there was Fan Zhongyan's mind of "not being happy with things, not being sad for oneself", and there was Li Bai's "Until, raise my cup, I ask the moon, bring my shadow and be the three of us". I also have a cold and friendly attitude. Don't get carried away, don't get carried away, don't be arrogant. This is also indifferent.
Modesty is not arrogant, indifferent but not tasteless. My study is full of ups and downs, confusion, fantasy and unknown. I am not easy to be happy or sad. I face all the tastes of life with the most peaceful attitude, which should be a realm of "Tao".
Life is wonderful because of the wonderful mind. My life is rich and interesting, because tricolor flowers will construct a bright future for me, that is, irrigate with diligence, nourish with ambition and live with light!
May the flowers in my heart be gorgeous forever!
Flower composition 14 In your mind, on the road to building a dream, you will have unhappy and close friends and family, who are a wall to escort you. But if it is not repaired in time, this wall will turn to ashes. ...
"You have a B, right? I will never play with you again! " "Don't play, don't play. Who wants it? " The quarrel came from the corridor in front of the classroom. I quarreled with my good friend.
When I went to school in the morning, I passed by her downstairs and looked up. At the thought of yesterday's quarrel, I was full of anger, snorted gently in my nose and left her downstairs quickly. In physical education class, the teacher asked two people to do sit-ups. We clearly know that others will not team up with any of us or each other. Finally, we had to ask the PE teacher to help us.
After school in the evening, I walked out of the classroom with my schoolbag on my back. Everything is the same as usual, but I always feel empty around me and empty in my heart. Walking in on the boulevard, trees, grass, stones, everything is still so plain and lovely, but it has changed.
Looking at the other side, I saw her looking at me. Our eyes are together, but like an electric shock, our eyes are closed at the same time. At that moment, in my heart, I was no longer angry and planned to apologize to her in front of her.
At the crossroads, because my road is the only way for us to go home, at that intersection, she came over. When she came to me, I said, "Well ..."
Unexpectedly, she also said to me, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have quarreled with you."
The chorus made us all laugh again. At this time, she giggled and apologized again: "I'm sorry ... it's all my fault."
Listening to her magical laughter, my heart was relieved. I was afraid she wouldn't promise me before. I held her and walked home with her.
At this time, my heart is no longer empty, because my heart has opened a flower, a flower of friendship. ...
Flower composition 15 in my heart, there has always been a flower, quietly releasing fragrance. Whenever I encounter difficulties, this flower inspires me to forge ahead.
On an ordinary summer day, the cicada's cry exaggerates the hot weather. My mother took me out to buy watermelons. Sparse people are walking slowly on the road, and there are several watermelon sellers on the roadside. I finished shopping with my mother, and when I was about to go home, I didn't know when there was a group of people at the intersection in front, so I gathered around curiously. But I can only see the person lying inside in a gap in the crowd, as if he were still an old man. An elder sister who is three or four years older than me told me: "There is an old man inside, who is probably hit by someone and lying on the side of the road. Look, he is bleeding." I said in a hurry, "Help quickly!" "I hurried to go in, and that sister took me:" What are you doing? "Don't you know? Now it's up to you to pull such a person! It suddenly dawned on me: that's not why these people got help. How did people become like this now? Why do you think so complicated? Give me a hand! I let go of my sister's hand Just as I was about to squeeze in, a young man parked his car and stopped. He hurried in and picked up the old man. We all think that he is a relative of the old man. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed 120. People around shouted: "Hurry to the hospital, don't call. "The man glanced around:" Too slow, too late. "The ambulance arrived soon, and the man carried the old man to the car. The ambulance left, but he didn't follow him. We understand. He is not a relative of the old man, but a passer-by. People around him praised him. He still glanced at the crowd and rode away. At this time, I feel that these people are so hypocritical and the noise of the car is getting smaller and smaller. ..... finally gone, I stared at the distance and thought: This man is a good man! People like this don't have much experience now. My heart is full of admiration and respect. Things are not what people think at all. Since then, a flower has quietly grown in my heart, encouraging me and guiding me.
The flowers that bloom in my heart slowly take root and sprout, and the more they bloom, the more prosperous they are. The flowers in my heart, accompany me all the way fragrance.