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Essay about the old man 1Ernest Hemingway famous novelist, whose masterpiece, "The Old Man and the Sea", is a sensation.
Ernest Hemingway, whose works have been called "iceberg theory", that is, one of its seventy-fourths floating on the surface, and the other six of the seventy-fourths of the sea hidden under the surface. People need to slowly to dig, to explore, which is reflected in the old man and the sea in the best.
A person can be destroyed but can not be defeated, the old man is such a person, the whole seventy to eighty days the old man did not catch a fish, each time carrying that heavy mast like a symbol of failure, always ridiculed by the people around them, not to be understood, the old man's wife left him early, the empty house only he was alone, he washed with a clean short-sleeve to the wife's The last image of his wife, the thoughts are like that tide slowly surging up the old man's heart.
The moon slowly climbed to the treetops, the waves lapping at the shore, the sea breeze blowing far away thoughts, the old man fell asleep, sleep, he saw the African savannah on the herds of lions in the play, so energetic, so powerful!
The day is not yet bright fishermen are ready to go out to sea, in the dark, the weak lighthouse to show them the way forward, the sea provides them with the necessary to survive at the same time also gave them to learn to yield, but the old man is hard to go in the opposite direction, when he caught a martin fish when the big martin fish with the whole boat to the deep sea, perhaps nature's punishment, the big martin fish was brought ashore on just Left with large fish bones, the meat has been divided by the sharks, making people wonder whether the old man has succeeded or has been a loser.
The answer is yes, the old man is a success although there has been no harvest, but he has been determined that he will one day succeed, has been working hard to be the success of the spiritual world.
The old man ignored the ridicule and irony of the outside world, and thought he knew that only he himself understood this y hidden in the heart of the faith and unyielding spirit. Sooner or later one day will gush out, let the facts to prove his persistence, his not known.
Essay about the old man 2When I was a teenager, I liked to read the book "The Old Man and the Sea", and I liked the old man's sentence "A man can be destroyed, but can not be defeated", and whenever I encountered difficulties, this sentence will always come to my mind, giving me the courage to go on. Now that I'm in the workforce, this quote still inspires me.
Yesterday, by chance, I saw the book "The Old Man and the Sea" on the bookshelf of my home, and turned it over to carefully read the following. Read the old man fishing scene, the heart is still surging. The old man went out to fish alone, and after 84 days of catching nothing, he caught a huge marlin. However, he met a shark, and the old man fought with the shark to the death, but the big marlin was eaten up by the shark, and the old man finally dragged home only a pair of bare fish skeleton. Although the old man failed, but he showed extraordinary perseverance and courage in the process of fighting with the fish, showing a kind of unconquerable spiritual victory, he can be said to be a man of heaven and earth. The book is characterized by a delicate and fascinating description of the scenes in which the old man fights with the shark. The author depicts the shark's ferocity and cunning from many angles. The old man tried his best to save a big marlin that he had caught with great difficulty. The old man's spirit of courage is fully reflected.
Although the old man ended up in failure, the marlin was eaten by the sharks, the old man only dragged a pair of bare fish bones home. But this is nothing! Because the value of the old man's life, the spirit has been fully embodied in the fight with the shark. The old man never gave in to the marlin and the shark.
The old man said, "A man can be destroyed, but can not be defeated", as the music master Beethoven said, "I can be destroyed, but can not be conquered. I am now in the environment is also so difficult, as the old man in the sea as lonely and hopeless, but we can not bow to the difficulties, we have to go forward without fear of difficulties, because the crisis may also be an opportunity. By Han Ge
Essay on the Elderly 3"Hundred virtues of filial piety is the first." This saying has been passed down through the ages and is y imprinted in our hearts. Elders teach us and love us, and we should also respect and filial piety to our elders.
Every October is the month of respect for the elderly. Respect and filial piety to the elderly has become a fine tradition of the Chinese nation. In this year's Respect for the Elderly Month, I went to my grandma's house with my mom and dad to visit my grandparents.
On the first Sunday of October, my mom and dad and I went to visit my grandparents with a lot of gifts. Along the way, my father talked excitedly. My father said to me: "Your grandparents are really not easy, two people put me and your aunt and your uncle hard to raise, eat all the bitter ah. So, as children, your mom and I should be filial to your grandparents, and you should listen to them." I listened to my father's words, I was so moved by my father so filial grandparents, quietly planted a "wish seed" in my heart, I hope that my grandparents are healthy, happy, long life than South Mountain!
When I arrived at my grandparents' home, I went up and gave them a hug. Then said to my grandparents, "Grandparents, my mom and dad and I have come to visit you." Grandparents saw our family of three, smiled from ear to ear. At this time I realized: respect for the elderly and love for the elderly is not reflected in how many things to buy for the elderly elders, a hug, a word of greeting, can make them feel happy and joyful!
Respect for the elderly, love the elderly, care for the elderly, this should be every one of our youth should do. Filial piety to parents, filial piety to elders, which is also the obligation of the children of China. Whenever I see a grandmother waiting for her grandchildren with breakfast in front of the school; whenever I see an old grandfather running in the rain, just to quickly receive his granddaughter, my heart was touched and shaken again and again!
Let's remember that every October is the month of respect for the elderly, let us respect and love the elderly every day of the year 365 days! Let the smile on the face of the elderly bloom again and again!
The old people's essay 4
Nature is full of wonders, and there are and more touching things between people and animals, today I studied a text about an old man and the seagulls of the touching.
Once upon a time, there was an old man, he came to winter, every day to walk more than twenty miles to Cuihu Lake, just to feed the seagulls, with the seagulls with the seagulls, and also gave the seagulls a name. However, the old man died soon. When people put the old man's portrait in Cuihu Lake, the seagulls found that the old man died, automatically stood in two rows, surprisingly, in the wake of the old man.
Usually this old man threw seagulls to take care of carefully, the seagulls finally also like his sons and daughters, for his wake. Although the old man can only earn more than a hundred dollars a month, but he is not stingy to earn a large part of the money to the seagulls to buy into the food, while he himself is frugal and can not afford to spend a penny, with the most expensive things, is two cents a pack of cigarettes, which shows that the old man is truly love the seagulls, otherwise he would not be so. And the seagulls for his wake also shows that the seagulls are also sincerely in love with the old man.
This story is true, the old man is called "seagull old man" Wu Qingheng, and now there are many examples of humans and animals living together peacefully, people have realized that it is much better to get along with animals than to confront them.
Our neighborhood is an example, every morning birds will sing to wake us up, as long as we do not drive them, they will live in harmony with us to create a better home.
The old man's love for the seagulls also touched me y. How many other people in the world can have such a sincere relationship with animals?
Kind old man, pure seagulls, each other with true feelings for us to play a hymn of love! All things in the world have spirituality, and the love that pervades heaven and earth is the hope of our world. Animals are our close friends, they and we together form a rich and beautiful and harmonious world, we have to live in harmony with them.
Essay on the Elderly 5Our family of eight is a big happy family. In this big family, there are three generations living: grandparents are the elders, aunts and uncles and moms and dads are the juniors, and the juniors are, of course, my sister and me. In our big family, everyone is filial to their elders.
My grandparents are in their sixties, and although they are retired at home, they are still very busy and hardworking. They cook a colorful and delicious meal for us every day, and always look comfortably at each of us hugging a small sea bowl and stretching our stomachs out.
Mom often taught me to be filial to my grandparents. I remember when I was a child, I do not understand, see a delicious meal, desperately to their mouths. Mom took a look and got anxious! Frowning slightly, as if to say: "How can you just eat by yourself? The whole family is waiting for Grandpa to eat together!" I hurriedly put down my chopsticks and ran to pull Grandpa to sit down. As we began to eat, there was only the sound of chewing and soft talking. Grandpa and Grandma would listen with interest to Auntie and Uncle, Mom and Dad talking about things at work, as well as things that happened to us kids at school, and from time to time they would give us some advice. After dinner, Auntie and Mom would start to get busy, washing dishes and wiping the table, so that Grandma and Grandpa could relax for a moment after a hard day's work. Dad and Auntie would talk to Grandpa about sports and news, which was sometimes controversial but always laughed off. My sister and I would pester Grandma and give her a back rub and a shoulder squeeze so that she could have a good night's sleep. Grandma and Grandpa used to say, "Seeing you all work well and study great one by one, we are also busy at home and happy, busy worth it!"
"Honor the old as we honor the old, and honor the young as we honor the young." Respect for the elderly is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. In a few days it will be Respect for the Elderly Day, I must do something meaningful for my grandparents on this day, so that they can have a pleasant holiday. On weekdays, I also want to respect the elderly with practical actions, and always pay attention to remind myself to be a good teenager who respects and loves the elderly, so that the virtue of respecting and loving the elderly will be passed down from generation to generation!
Essay about the elderly 6Since I was a child, the people I sympathize with and worry about the most are the elderly. I don't know why. I don't know why. No matter what kind of old people I see, I can't help but stare at them for fear that something will happen to them.
In my impression, the most annoying person is the city management, they are cold-blooded animals. There is no sympathy at all, and even some of them hit people. So every time I see the city management, I will turn my head, do not even look at them.
I remember once, I played in the Peacock River in Xinjiang, there can be really beautiful, especially at night, it can be like a paradise on earth. I saw an old man, wrinkled face, eyes narrowed into a slit. His hands were full of empty water bottles, so I kept my eyes on the old man.
''Dang!'' I saw the old man fall on his back, his weathered face twisted into a ball. He had fallen in order to check up a bottle. The people on the sidelines were playing as if nothing had happened, the old man said nothing, got up, picked up the bottle again, touched his old bag, and prepared to leave. I look in the eyes, pain in the heart.
I looked at my father, will be in the hands of not yet finished the drink in the bottle of Coke poured out, take the bottle, ran to the old man, but the head is twisted to the side, pretending to be a look of nothing to do. Want to let the old man know: I give you the bottle, not to see you poor need, but figure convenient. The old man took the bottle, said thank you, then step by step.
I heard the thank you, obviously surprised. Looking at the old man's distant back, his heart was filled with discomfort.
Hmm. The old man! It's really strange. I can't tell you why I sympathize with the old man so much, it's really strange.
`Essay 7From ancient times to the present, filial piety is the first thing in everything. To evaluate a person, the first thing to look at him to elders respect or not, filial piety or not, in order to judge a person's good or bad. This is not the case, I did a good thing for my grandma - brush the dishes.
The work of brushing the dishes is a very ordinary small housework, and it is also the work that every family must do every day, but it is a small thing, but it can reflect my infinite love for my grandmother. In the evening, the whole family ate the table after a very hearty meal, all ran to do their own thing: Mom still go "faithful" to guard the TV, and Dad more to the study to play computer, only the grandma at the dinner table silently clean up the dishes. I thought to myself, "Don't we say in school that we should honor the elderly and help them? Now, it's time for me to show off my skills! "En! Just what to do! I'm going to help my grandma with the dishes!" I mumbled to myself after I thought about it. As soon as I said it, I immediately ran to my grandma, tugged on her apron, and said with a smile, "Grandma, let me help you with the dishes!" Grandma looked at me with kind eyes and said kindly, "Good! Tingting knows how to help grandma!" Saying that, grandma touched my head with her rough hand. I followed my grandma to the kitchen and said to her, "Grandma, take a rest! Leave this place to me!" Grandma nodded and went out. I rolled up my sleeves, tied on my apron, and gave myself a pep talk, "Let's get to work!" I first put the basin with water and then put all the dishes with water over again, and then clean cotton pour the right amount of detergent, the dishes of grease in the clean cotton brush clean, and finally change the basin of water to the plates and bowls are rinsed one by one, it's OK! Look at their own wash out of the white clean dishes, I have indescribable joy in my heart, at this time, grandma came in, saw the fruits of my labor is very happy, grandma patted me on the shoulder, excitedly said: "haha! My little Tingting is really great! She washed so many bowls by herself, and washed them so clean, and shared the household chores for her. I was even happier!
Look! The first thing you need to do is to be a good friend to the old man! Don't think about this matter too complicated, you should know that in the ordinary small things can be more reflective of their love for the elderly!
The Cao Ba Street was very busy on Saturday afternoon, and the golden sunshine covered every corner.
People come and go on the street. People come out at this time to shop, play, some people hold a Coke in their hands, mouth eating snacks, garbage constantly thrown out of people's hands, falling on the ground. No one is willing to bend down and pick it up. Instead, they step over it without even looking at it.
In this crowd, an old man wearing a red hat, wearing a red sweater, a pair of worn jeans, a pair of dirty sneakers, in the crowd is very striking. Whenever she saw a piece of trash on the ground she bent down, bent her legs and picked it up and threw it into the big green bag behind her. Whenever she walks to the trash can, she always reaches into it and goes through the trash, putting the recyclable ones into her pocket and the non-recyclable ones back into the trash can. In this way, she stops every 10 meters to look in the garbage can. Who would touch such a dirty place? I'm afraid it's only her.
When we asked her if she was tired of picking up garbage like this, she laughed and shook her hand and said, "Not tired, not tired, but it's you kids who shouldn't be paying attention to me as an old man, you must grow up to be successful!" She laughed and complimented us, praising us for being sensible and our teachers for teaching us well. When we asked about her family again, her face was a little sad, but that returned to the original smile, said, "My family has a husband, son, the family has a large pile of debts have not been repaid, the husband recently broke his leg, I'm outside to pick up some garbage is also a way to maintain the family's life!" She finished and bent down to pick up the plastic bottles on the ground again.
Her face is full of wrinkles, her eyes seem to have no previous spirit. Her legs bent over for a long time, her back became very hunchback, her hands were very dirty, and when she touched them, there was black ash on them. She insisted on picking up garbage to make a living, which was much better than those who squatted on the street and begged for money, because she was relying on her own hands to support herself.
This grandmother labor with her own hands, not afraid of dirty, not afraid of tired, her spirit moved me.
Essay about the elderly 9One morning during winter vacation, I had not yet gotten up, fuzzy heard a voice "Noodles - strips - ah, dim sum - pi - ah! -pi - yah!" Oh, it turned out to be him ---- selling noodles old man. To be honest, I don't know him, even his name can't be called, only know that he is selling noodles, we are used to call him "selling noodles old man".
The old man is over 70 years old, full of gray hair, wrinkles on his face and my family's piece of rubbing board like. The hands are full of calluses, simple clothes, face with a smile, giving people a sense of affection. Once, Grandma told me to take ten dollars to buy two pounds of noodles. I ran to the old man selling noodles and looked at him blankly. He was so busy that his face was tanned by the hot sun. He was weighing noodles for an aunt and answering a grandmother's questions, and he couldn't even wipe the beads of sweat that were seeping out of his head.
I waited for the people to disperse before walking up to him.
"Dot, what do you want to buy?" The old man selling noodles asked me.
"I'll buy two pounds of noodles!" I exclaimed.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, well, well, Little Bit, buy two pounds of noodles!" He sang with gusto as he weighed my noodles.
In no time at all, he had weighed them and handed them to me while saying, "Hey, hold it!"
"Here's the money." I took out a crumpled bill and put it in his hand. After that, without even taking the money I got back, I lifted the bag and ran away in a huff. He rode his bicycle hard after me to my home. I just stepped into the door of my house, his familiar voice sounded behind me: "Little Dot, you forgot to take the recovered money!" He gasped as he said it. I stepped out and he put the money in my hand and couldn't rest for a moment before riding off on his bike in a puff of smoke.
I am very touched: I do not know him, can only be regarded as a brief encounter.
It's a good thing that I've never met such a good person!
Sixth grade:xxx
Essay about the elderly 10The winter morning, the bitter cold wind whistling, snow sky crazy flying. All around a dead silence, only the whistling wind can still prove the existence of this world.
However, in contrast, the activity of "donating some love to the poor" was very lively, and all lined up to donate money. But 5 meters away from the event, there is a beggar, short and thin. The old man wearing dirty and worn out very thin clothes sitting there, no one pay attention to him.
The old man lowered his head, carrying his pockets on his bowed back, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, letting the cold wind howl and the torment of his numb legs from the long hours of sitting, not moving a muscle.
I don't know when the old man was "honored" to become the talk of these people waiting to "offer love". A few simple-looking people said loudly to others: "This old man must be a homeless beggar, or it is driven out of their children's homes widows and orphans ......" However, in the face of these words, the old man has not said a word, and even a subconscious expression! also did not. Everyone thought he was a fake beggar. After a while, they fell silent with each other, not paying attention to him anymore. even to look at him.
"How can you talk about people like that!" A teenager's loud voice cut through the quiet sky.
"It's ridiculous to say! How dare you all 'offer love' here! How dare you have the nerve to 'offer love'! The people who just laughed at this old grandpa, all of you are such hypocrites, love-giving activities you actively participate in, right! You're helping people in the poor mountain areas, but you don't have to if you're laughing at this old man! Yes! This old man may be fake, but I'm afraid he's real!" After saying that, this teenager put some money in the old man's bowl, smiled sweetly at the old man, and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
Some people, after hearing the "roar", donated money and encouragement to the old man. The old man shed tears of gratitude. No one knows the name of the teenager ......
Essay 11 on the elderlyThere is a song that says: "Accept my care, look forward to your smile, the structure of the word "human" is to support each other.... ...Exactly, every touching thing is like a song of the heart, singing the melody of love, singing the true feelings of the people.
My neighbor is an empty-nested old man, two children out of the house, no time to go home, the old man and left her, coupled with mobility problems, is all alone, hanging in the shadows.
A windy afternoon, my parents are not at home, I have nothing to do, suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind: to see the old man. Said to do, I immediately set off to see the old man.
"Knock knock--" I knocked up the door of the old man's house, knocking while asking: "Granny, are you home?" A moment later the door opened, the old man appeared in front of me, a nauseating odor straight into the nose, the messy house, so that people can not stand. I held my breath and said, "Granny, I came to see you." "Oh, it's you. Why, are you free today?" The old man smiled. "Yeah, I'll help you truth organize." I said. The old man shook his head and said: "Which line ah, I own ......" not waiting for the old man to finish his sentence, I began to "work".
I picked up the broom from inside to outside are cleaned once, and then wash the bowl, wipe the table ...... they are like the white lady drank Xionghuang wine - now the original shape, revealing the original new face. Sometimes I want to give up halfway, but see the old man's weathered face smiling, immediately have the spirit, the more dry the more energetic, do every thing is like the white lady to save Xu Xian - to do their best. Sweat slid down my cheeks, I was eating Chinese medicine with sugar - bitter sweet, looking at this clean room, the old man's smile, the heart is sweeter than eating honey ......
Caring as a drop of water, such as a wisp of candlelight, although small but also great. Wherever you are, as long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering and a heart that is good at feeling!
Essay on the Elderly 12Accompanied by the cool breeze of this fall and the fragrance of Dan Gui, last Saturday we ushered in another Chongyang Festival. This is a festival that represents the meeting of the sun and the moon in the ninth month of the year, a festival that symbolizes a long time and a long time, a festival that honors the old, respects the old, and loves the old. Respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. According to Confucius, children who merely support their parents but do not respect them, let alone treat them in a pleasant manner, are not considered to be truly filial to the elderly. Mencius went further and said, "Honor old people as we honor our own, as well as those who are old." It means that when supporting and honoring one's elders, one should also care for and love other old people who are not related to oneself.
The grandparents and grandparents of our classmates, who must be old, have made great contributions to the development of society and devoted all their efforts to their children. We should respect and love them, but also care for their health. Jiu Jiu Chong Yang, which is synonymous with "Jiu Jiu", implies long life and longevity. I think this is the significance of designating "Chongyang Festival" as "Senior Citizens' Day". The love of the elderly for us is vast and selfless; our concern for the elderly is small and scarce. Many times, we always take for granted that the palm up to ask for, but ignored the rainy day for them to hold an umbrella, labor for them to hand over a cup of hot tea, before going to bed for them to rub their shoulders ......
Students, from now on, let's work hard together, from the side of every little thing to do, put the The traditional virtues of "honoring the elderly, respecting the elderly, loving the elderly, and helping the elderly" will be carried forward, so that the newspaper Fu Middle School will become a model campus of "filial piety and respect for the elderly"! So, let's spend the Chung Yeung Festival with more old people! When taking the bus, take the initiative to get up and give the seat to the elderly; queuing up, take the initiative to let the elderly stand in front of their own; crossing the street, take the initiative to go forward to help an elderly person next to them ......
This simple to get up, simple humility, simple to help, it is the respect of life, respect for the years, respect for the noble quality. Finally, I wish all the old people in the world: happy holidays and good health, smile and happiness forever!
Essay about the elderly 13This morning, the small master newspaper news school Tiantai branch of the small reporter went to Mingyang old people's home to interview and participate in a celebration of the Elderly Day.
When we arrived at Mingyang Home for the Elderly, the first thing that caught our eyes was a big, luxurious and beautiful house, which is for the old people to live in. There are also several osmanthus trees planted in the yard, and there are two colors of osmanthus, one is orange-red, and the other is orange-yellow. Into the inside, is the park, there are some fitness equipment in the park.
By eight thirty, the event began. The first host was Fei Wen Dan. He spoke very fluently, and the next few students hosted in turn. When it came to my turn, I was so nervous that I was afraid I would make a mistake and there would be a burst of laughter. The teacher seemed to see my nervousness, so she said to me, "Yun Yang, don't be nervous." I thought, "I must speak well and not let my grandparents down (the mental activities are described in a very delicate way). I walked up to the stage, and a grandmother sitting next to me said to me, "You have to speak well, the first few are not very good." I picked up the microphone and said loudly, "Jigong is our Tiantai people, shoes broken hat broken Jigong, rid of evil and good, famous in all directions. Here we have Mr. Fei Weiyuan from the Tiantai branch of the Little Master Newspaper Journalism School and Mr. Wang Guoping, a Tiantai art performer, performing 'Jigong'. They have traveled to Macao to perform, greatly increasing the popularity of Tiantai. Well, let's welcome them to the stage with a warm round of applause." After I finished, I relaxed and was very happy (introducing the hosts, a bit faceted, both wrote * hosts, but also focus on writing themselves, this kind of writing method is used very well).
After a while, Wang Tianlei said, "Just now we all read the Hundred Filial Piety Sutra, the following we will show our filial piety on the spot, and give grandparents a whack on the back." I found a kind grandmother and gave her a gentle back-pounding (what a good boy who honors the elderly). The grandmother said to me, "What a good boy, you will definitely go to college in the future."
After the whacking, we all went to the cafeteria to write our essays. Today is so happy! The old people are so happy! Compared with my dad, my grandfather's nagging can be said to be rolling Yellow River water ------
endless. My grandfather's love for me is deep and simple. Because my grandfather was uneducated and a man who valued the teachings of the Church, grandpa's faith was strong. To tell the truth, my grandfather always cut and studied the culture of the Church. Even though he is over the age of old age, he has never changed in his quest for knowledge. Nowadays, he has learned Chinese characters on his own, which is something that the old people in his age group don't have. My grandfather's love for me was always evident in every word he said to me. Although the nagging was endless, I always listened to him with two big eyes like a little doll, telling him what I had experienced. Despite this, my grandpa's nagging went in one ear and out the other.
Whenever I think of my grandpa, my ears will be filled with the same kind of nagging. He liked to tell me and my brother during dinner some learning methods, and give me some historical knowledge and great people, and at any time for ideological education, so that I and my brother to learn the lofty qualities of those great people. Whenever grandpa said those things, I realized that I was "not listening to the old man's words, suffer in front of me". I realized that my grandpa's nagging contained a lot of truth, and when I thought about it carefully, there was a bit of philosophical flavor. Of course, my grandfather's love for me is not in the clothing is to live and travel, but reflected in the education of my mind. Grandpa, do you know? In fact, I think my most respected father is your "shadow", and I want to be your "mirror", the blue is better than the blue. Your love for me is deep, but my love for you is more than your love for me. I wish you good health and a young heart forever.
Essay about the elderly 15Hello! The master of the North Pole - Nikolai. I guess you must be very busy, otherwise how could you hear my prayers every year, or how could you stop putting presents under my Christmas tree alone? How I would love to see a card with "MrC" written on it every Christmas. One year of anticipation, one year of disappointment. Every year, I gleefully decorated the tree, asked many people to get the biggest tree they could find, and carefully hung canes, candies, bows, and of course, bells on it. Whenever I hear the sound of jingle bells, I imagine you coming down the chimney of my house on a moose-drawn sleigh, riding the colorful Northern Lights, dressed in a big red cotton coat, putting your presents in the big stocking I prepared, and accepting the candies and the greedy list of gifts I gave you. With a kind and lovely smile, stroking his long white beard, he climbed out of the chimney again. How joyful I am, even if I know clearly that this is not our Chinese holiday, even if I understand clearly that this is just a fantasy.
Every year, it was always my parents who received my gift list. They would order a whole bunch of expensive gifts under the gorgeous Christmas tree. Yes, I don't care about Children's Day or birthdays, and even when other children were happily asking for red envelopes from their elders in the Spring Festival, I was decorating last year's Christmas tree. Lying helplessly under the Christmas tree, looking helplessly at the ceiling, I don't understand what the real spirit of Christmas is, maybe it is the belief in the existence of Christmas, maybe it is to retain a complete childishness, maybe it is to cherish the people around us, and on Christmas night, together with the reunion and joy, even so, I still look forward to Christmas year after year. My mother always laughed at me for believing in a fairy tale that maybe doesn't even exist, Mr. Saint, it's true, isn't it? Christmas is real and exists for those who believe in it.
I am writing to you today, although I don't know if you will still not come to see me this Christmas, but I want to know, what is the real meaning of Christmas? I don't even know where to send this letter, Mr. Saint, where can I find you?
I wish you
whether on Christmas, happy.