Building bridges with love
It's raining sparsely, and I can't stop hearing my mom's incessant "thank yous" on the phone, so I don't really know what to thank you for, but it's just a birthday gift. However, come to think of it, eighteen years, mother's birthday I really have not expressed anything, this first time no wonder let her shocked.
Family love is the lightest and the strongest, it will never be like love, seems to fade in the wood, rice, oil, salt, soy, vinegar and tea, but it will always be the deepest, the most difficult to give up the deepest emotions. Usually, we rarely care about this actually strong surrounding their own feelings, however, when I savor the preciousness of life, y love must be expressed, because it is difficult to say when, perhaps that can only become a lifetime of regret, never again have the opportunity. So, two weeks before my mom's birthday, I decided to express my love.
Writing my blessings on the carefully selected paper, I realized that I could say so much and so well. As I write, my thoughts have long been off the rails. Recall the hours of dark rainy nights, mom rode more than an hour bike to send me to learn the violin, wrestling is simply routine, but there seems to be a strong force to support her, a persistent is five years; recall the junior high school in order to be close to the school, live in the rented cramped space, the three with the same pain and happiness; and recall the high school since the live in the school, my mother and I hardly talked about what the ideological problems, only to send to take the clothes and food between the Silent delivery of care ...... gradually, I have been less concerned about what I wrote down, just writing a faint feeling. Love, do not speak out, perhaps always but speculation, and occasionally become misunderstanding. The existence of generation gap is inevitable, but across the gulf is more possible, I choose to use love to build a bridge.
Take out the light blue paper folded out of a shirt, inside carefully hidden a red heart, that is probably my sincere heart. I'm not afraid to show my childishness, vulnerability, and remove the mask of strength in front of everyone, only in front of my mom. Someone said, in fact, you can hurt all the people who love you, because others do not care about you. Whenever I think about it, I can't help but feel apprehensive, my mind flashes through a lens, searching for images of me hurting my mom. When I find one, I feel guilty, but often there are more than one. I can only carve the word "love you" on my heart, love with all my heart, and heal the wounds with the sincerity of love, but those may have been long forgotten by my mom.
Folded a large envelope, let Dad help me take home. Simply, send my love and blessings.
Communication may not be directed at the blockage, sometimes it is an express, so that it is clear what you think. Communication is not difficult, when you lead the love in your heart with stored courage, they will go forward and break through all unnecessary barriers.
At some point, the rain cleared up outside the window, and a rainbow leaned against the sky, responding to the happy smile on my face.
The second my mother
That year I was 16 years old on the third year of junior high school, the weather on that day of that year and today, that day of that year is also like this year's today like the fall, probably due to the coincidence of time and the weather, seasons, and other factors of all the analogies, so that I have to think of that day of that year then things. It is also that incident, let me have a deeper understanding of the mother's love, understanding and experience, but also let me always have such a great and ordinary, gentle and understanding of the mother and proud and proud.
The day our school started, my mother sent me and my brother to school, when we went to the street to buy things ready to return to school, my mother and I met my first, second teacher, the teacher told me that, let me go to the original school to get a new book, said the goal of the math came back, when I heard this will be excited, because in the third year of junior high school due to some reasons we went to another school, but the book is in the original school set the new book. The books were ordered from the original school, and it had been a week since classes started at the new school and I didn't have any books, so I told my mother, who said, "Go back to school first! Don't delay your self-study, I'll go get your books." Because it was already drizzling and the night was already dark, I discouraged my mother by saying, "Mom, don't go get it today, I'll ask someone else to bring it back to me tomorrow. Besides, it's already dark and raining, and you don't know the road very well, and I heard that the road is not easy to walk on, and the road is sure to get slippery when it's raining, so don't go. " I almost with the tone of prayer said, but everything seems to be in vain, mother strong words and tone of voice at once blocked me back said: "quickly go to study, I will get it back for you, do not miss the class!" For my mother's words I seemed to be only obeyed, and then I went back to school, into the classroom ......
The sky is gradually dark, and is in the school building lights, the sky looks like a black brocade. I tried to force myself not to think of my mother, turning my thoughts to the textbook, just worrying, worrying ......, time passed by the second, in I have been put into the arms of the textbook, the knock on the door of the classroom sounded, a familiar voice into my ears: "gave this book to Zhao Feng, trouble you "My mother left, and I was at the moment the teacher gave me the book, I desperately wanted to see my mother, wanted to hear her voice again.
From this, I said to the teacher and went out of the classroom, in the rain I saw my mother's back, that in the dark night in order to get the book for her daughter, rather than be wet by the rain that person's back, in some haste, some tired, catching up with my mother, through the weak light by the side of the road, looking at the corners of the eyes of my mother quietly climbed out of the crow's feet, and then look at the mother's strands of hair wet by the rain, the heart of the inexplicable Surge out of an unspeakable hard and upset, tears flowing down the cheeks, because the rain, the mother did not seem to notice these, I know that my mother does not want me to be rained on, she does not want me to be cold, and she does not want to miss my studies, but she does not want to want to let me worry about her, I know, I understand all of this I understand, I understand! I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
On that occasion when I returned home, my family watched TV at night, and my mom said she was going to wash her feet, and I said, "I'll wash them for you, mom!" Mom repeatedly refused, due to my stubbornness, my mother had to follow me, in the foot washing, I saw a blood clot with a knuckle as big as a pinky finger, I asked my mother how she got it, my mother did not say, I perhaps in an instant suddenly remembered the time of the delivery of the book, and broke into tears and said, "Mom, it's that time that you gave me the book, right! It must have been. Why didn't you tell me about it? You ......" I was speechless, and y called out "Mom ......"
There is no one under the sky I am closer to, love and respect more than my mom. Mom, thank you for your deep love, I may not be able to compare my love with yours for a lifetime, "Who says an inch of grass heart, to get three spring sunshine?" But I will use what you most want to see to make you happy and make you satisfied!
Third:
Touch of the heart
Life is like a documentary, we are like a photographer, will be unforgettable, touch us in life, people or things to shoot down. That touches us may be a look, may be a voice, may be a moment ...... but it shows the most original, the most real cognition and emotion in our heart. We often inadvertently recall again or recall, as if the photographer is checking the dailies that are about to be finished.
In the company's training class for new employees, I came into contact with people of different age groups, including seventeen- and eighteen-year-old little brothers and sisters, as well as uncles and aunts in their forties. We sat together and listened attentively to the training commissioner to explain to us the company's profile and life etiquette, but my eyes will often look around the crowd without thinking, that is because there is a sense of déjà vu in pulling my emotions and sight. Their simplicity and honesty show me the simplicity, enthusiasm and hard work of the people in the rural areas of their hometowns, and at the same time, they also evoke my faint nostalgia and miss their loved ones.
They watched the projection screen carefully, and sometimes they would look down and write down some points on the paper. Their thick hands grasping the long pen, look very clumsy, little brother, little sister also listened very attentively, their eyes revealed a thirst for knowledge.
During the break between classes, the training commissioner led us to do a little game to dance to Ah Niu's "A Wave of Flowers", and all the new employees stood in the middle of the training room and imitated the posture of the leading dancer. Moving their bodies under the rhythm of the music, the whole place was filled with a relaxing and joyful atmosphere, and almost all of us were immersed in this wonderful music and pleasant atmosphere. But at that moment, my eyes were brought together by a strong light, a light that was transformed from the depths of my heart through my eyeballs into a look. The eyes with a hint of shyness at the same time also revealed a hint of concern for life, the experience of the wind and sun quietly crawling on the wrinkles of the face overflowing with simple smile, from the smile to detect a few minutes of life's hardships. The group of little brothers and sisters on the backing dance is a fish out of water, easy to show us their innocence, vivacity and tenderness, their shyness, worry, childish eyes left a deep impression in my mind, in the photographer's camera left a touching heart of a chaste.
The music is still flowing, and I hope this beautiful music can eliminate their worries, bring them more happiness, and continue their happiness and pleasure.
Hopefully, the song will ignite hope ......
Fourth: Music touches my heart
Music can cultivate sentiment, and music can also purify the heart.
I like to listen to music, whether it is pop music, classical music, or jazz, rock and roll, light music, I will be quiet and wholeheartedly appreciate, to savor the infinite relaxation and joy that music brings me. Especially at night, surrounded by a silence, quietly lying in bed, put on the headphones, savor each
a song when, as if to bring me into another world.
Music can take me out of the shadow of failure and into the joy of success.
Whenever I fail, I always use uplifting rock music to vent my unhappiness, and soft light music to soothe my wounded heart ......
Whenever I succeed, I use passionate and energetic pop music to express my joy, and long-ago classical music to celebrate my victories.
Music can move me, and it can likewise move everything. The fetus in the mother's womb will become smarter after listening to music; the vegetative person will wake up in the earnest expectation of his relatives after listening to music; the cow will not only increase her appetite but also improve her milk production after listening to music; the grapevine will not only flourish after listening to music, but also have sweet and refreshing juice. ......
Music is the language of the earth, and it is the language of the universe as well. language.
Satellites with "Oriental Red" ascended to the sky, singing the rooster, the world is white; airships with beautiful music to the firmament, with "Earth's" greetings, to call the aliens to come.
Great music! It is you who touched my heartstrings and accompanied me through the long river of happy times in my life
Part 5: Touching my heart with longing
When you see a pair of big eyes full of melancholy and expectation, can you guess what these big eyes are longing for? It's knowledge, it's love. Although the poverty in the mountains makes her worried about food, clothing and even school fees, through these eyes one can still y feel the little girl's strong desire for knowledge. Fortunately, she was donated by Project Hope, and through her unremitting efforts, she finally lived up to the expectations of society and became a university student. I don't need to tell you, you should know who she is, right?
Su Mingjuan, who has become the image representative of Project Hope with a pair of big eyes thirsting for knowledge, has been cared for by all walks of life for 11 years, and has grown up to be a university student from a poor child in the Dabie Mountain area. Of course, she has also won many honors, was awarded the title of "National Star of Hope" by the China Youth Development Foundation, and served as the ambassador of the "Spring Rain Action" of the Anhui Hope Project Office, etc. She has become a news figure, so she has been invited to give speeches in many places, and is required to be present on many occasions, using her real personality to make a speech. She has been invited to speak at many places and on many occasions to educate more of her peers with her real-life story.
The girl's big eyes also touched my heart. Her eyes were full of gratitude and fighting spirit, which made me think of the children in the mountainous areas when they read books hungrily, and they all need us to care and dedicate ourselves with love ...... It is the Hope Project that allows those helpless children to see the light again! I have followed the "hand in hand" activities to the poor mountainous areas, and donated a lot of books, I feel that our hearts are very close to each other, but also exceptionally warm, and their incredibly bright smile left a deep impression on me.
In fact, with the purpose of Project Hope, the many people who cared for Su Mingjuan, and the many love payments, the intention is precisely for more children like Su Mingjuan to be exempted from poverty, to have a desk to read, to have a peaceful environment to study, to grow up freely, and in the future to become the pillars of the motherland.
Looking at us again, the tuition we pay every semester and the cost of various training courses add up to far more than the tuition of those children in the mountainous areas for several years, but we may not be able to learn as much as they do. The difficulties we encountered compared to them are also much smaller, such as those mountain children to go to school over the mountains, every day to walk dozens of miles of road, round trip takes several hours. Think about yourself, every day, we go to school by car, but still complain about this and that all day long, really shouldn't be ah! Besides, those kids have to help their parents with their homework when they get home from school, so it's really tiring! We also shout about the pressure of learning, compared to them, we have this pressure is nothing! And our modern learning environment, compared with their shabby and simple classroom desks, is really a world of difference! In such favorable conditions for learning, we have no reason not to cherish, to achieve excellent results it! Since last year, my grades have been declining, which is a shame! It seems that the time has come for me to find out why and to catch up! Otherwise the time is not right for me!!!
Lastly, thank you, big-eyed little girl; bless you, hard-working mountain partners, let us grow up happily under the same blue sky!