Life is precious. If we want to make our life worth living; we should feel it with our heart. Here are six essays about feelings that I have compiled!
Essay on Feelings I: Feeling LifeLife is precious. If you want to make your life worth living; we should feel it with our heart. Use your limited life to do unlimited things.
I remember when the Wenchuan earthquake, tens of thousands of people buried by the ruins, their lives are in danger, displaced, no food, no clothes, no water. We grew up on the same land. All we can do is to do our best, I don't wear my own clothes, shoes ...... are donated. What we can do is very limited. All people are touched by the liberation army uncle, they keep searching, keep digging. If you can't use tools, use your hands, and dig a little bit by little bit. An hour, three hours, ten hours ...... days and nights passed. But they still do not stop. For the precious life and do not stop. How many lives have they saved with their hands, and how many families have they saved? They are the greatest, the most bright red ......
It is because of love, we can live so happy, happy. Use life to feel love. Make a home with love.
Essay on Feeling II: Feeling the SpringWhen the Duke of Winter went away, the Spring Girl came. We flew in the embrace of spring, played and sang for spring to our heart's content.
On Sunday, my father took me to the field to feel the breath of spring. When I came to the field, rapeseed flowers had already bloomed their smiles to welcome the beautiful spring. In the warm and suitable environment, rapeseed flowers bloom unusually beautiful. As far as the eye can see the golden piece. The beautiful rapeseed flowers attracted butterfly fairies. At this time, there will be three or two butterflies gently crossing over our heads. They fluttered in the field with their graceful dance steps. The colorful little butterflies add another bright landscape to the vibrant fields. "Croak", follow the sound, it was the little frog is singing for spring in the field, the sound is so wonderful! The frogs are also catching bugs for the farmers' crops in the field! The peach blossoms are blooming, so beautiful! Pink petals y attracted me, so I have been lingering, how much I want to enjoy the fragrance of the flowers all day, and feel the charm of spring.
Spring is beautiful, but also special. Everyone's spring is different, my spring is my own unique. I love spring.
Composition on Feelings III: Feeling Comfortable
The summer is hot, and it hasn't rained for several days, so the weather is annoying.
In the evening, the sky, which was orange and yellow, turned gray. Dark clouds gathered in the northern part of the sky like the bottom of a pot. It was a gray-black color that had not been seen in a long time, and there was a sense of harmony about it. There was also a ray of golden sunlight in the southern corner of the sky that was particularly dazzling.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and a pleasant cool breeze greeted me, refreshing and comforting, dispersing the heat without a trace.
I stood under a tree and looked up at the sky, the whole sky had become a uniform gray-black color, the last rays of sunlight disappeared, and the surroundings were calm and harmonious. Taking a deep breath of air, there was still a hint of warmth.
Rain, rain, bean-sized raindrops hit the body, cold, cold, suddenly the summer heat is completely eliminated, to experience the cold through the heart of the comfortable feeling.
I closed my eyes and felt the air mixed with the smell of soil, wet, dry rinse out of sight. It was a comfort I hadn't felt in a long time!
Suddenly, I realized I was about to get wet and walked inside. I stood in front of the door and looked out of the house fondly, comfortably and calmly.
The wind had stopped, the rain was still falling, and the feeling of comfort melted in my heart for a long time ......
Essay on Feeling IV: I feel it with my heartThe leaves outside the window rustled, the crickets on the grass recited poems, and the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, so I closed my eyes and went to feel the inner peace.
Turn off the lights, sitting alone in front of the window, I like this mood, listening to the symphony of nature played for you, people say that the moonlight is cold, but I think that's not true, carefully with the body to feel, feel not cold, but warm, warmth, warmth from the sun and the moon, the kind of warmth, don't want to be as hot as the sun, but the comfort of pleasant.
Outside the door, people playing in the square, alone to find a quiet place, the wind, caressing your face; insects, for you to chant; water, for you to sing; leaves, for you to dance.
Walk to the beach, take off your shoes and walk on the sea, the sea flowers gently beat your body, the salty sea breeze runs into your `nose, the taste of the sea, open your hands, go to embrace the sea, shout it out, go to share your secrets.
Lying on the beach, to feel the afterglow of the sun, close your eyes, to feel the nature, open your hands, go and nature to come in close contact, sing a song, go and nature to have a concert, say a few words, go and nature to communicate, quietly, so that you can go and feel the glory of his light.
Nature, a magical and beautiful friend, go to listen, go to feel, he brought you spring, fall, winter and summer.
Late at night, lift up your shoes, talk to him while you go home, no need to imagine, he is right next to you, so that you can understand his overwhelming splendor.
Composition on feelings V: I felt the love
I was in the third grade when I unknowingly got pneumonia, I then stayed in the hospital for a week, in which I felt the great mother's love.
My mother was busy from the first day I was admitted to the hospital, and she got up very early in the morning to bring me the water for washing my face, saying, "Hurry up, if you don't hurry, the water will get cold." Mom put the towel in hot water soaked, I put the towel in the face to rub around comfortably, I thought: "I did not expect to be so comfortable in the hospital, this time I feel the mother's love.
Suddenly the nurse came, the nurse with a needle filled with saline inserted into my hand, and then connected to the tube of the vial, my mother let me put the vial hand on the quilt, after a while, my hand gradually swollen, my mother rushed to call the nurse, only to see the nurse pulled the needle out of my hand, and inserted into the other hand, my mother was very anxious, stroked my back, but also kept saying: "Relax, relax, don't be nervous, relax ......" At this time I feel the mother's love and from the pro in my heart.
At night, I lay in bed to sleep, my mother guarded my side, in the middle of the night, my mother saw me asleep, they also quietly fall asleep, for fear of waking me up, this time I feel how great the mother's love, through this incident I also clearly understand the previous smacked the mother nagging, feeling that they are not happy, but I now understand that I was born in the blessing of the blessings, ah!
Finally, I would like to say to my mom: "You let me feel the love, you raised me to adulthood, I now sincerely say thank you."
Essay on Feelings VI: Feeling the Scent of AutumnCome along with the crowd to the edge of the lawn, walk gently on the stone path, and come along to feel the scent of autumn!
In the lawn side to look up high, the sky seems to be higher and farther away, the color is also much lighter, there is a layer of fog vaguely. I thought: the summer sky looks blue, near near, now the sky looks how so cold, distant it? When I think of this, I can not help but hit a cold war, time is like a shuttle ah!
Looking down, the leaves on the treetops came into view. Some of those leaves were yellow and some were still green, only they didn't have the beauty and vigor they had in the spring. I sighed, beauty is always short-lived!
I moved my eyes to the flowers. Many of the flowers have failed, but they are still trying to open up, to leave the last trace of beauty with us. Their job is only to bloom, but they have a beautiful, kind heart, it's just a pity that their flowering period is too short, but fortunately I have remembered their beautiful appearance y.
There are many fallen leaves on the lawn, I picked up a fallen leaf, gently held in my hands, thinking that after it fell into the spring mud, to the flowers and grasses to transport nutrients, but they sacrificed themselves, which in turn reminds me of a poem: the fallen red is not a heartless thing, into the mud of the spring is more protective of flowers. Their selfless spirit is worth learning! I can not help but smell the smell of the soil.
Ah! I feel the breath of fall!