It was raining cats and dogs on Friday.
Complaining that the weather is so bad, I was called to my grandmother's house for dinner, and I was full of inexplicable fire.
It is raining harder and harder. I rode my bike in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and rode to my grandmother's house trembling. Bright lights reflect a series of ethereal lights, giving people a sense of trance. Across the street, cars come and go, lights illuminate the road, and layers of ripples form a circle of water waves, flapping the road like boiling water.
Almost there, almost there. I read silently in my mind. The rain wet my pants and shoes, and the cold rain made me shudder. In front of me is grandma's community. Every household is brightly lit, and the sound of rain dripping on the leaves is like a silent symphony. At this time, in front of the corridor, stood a dark figure, constantly looking around, as if looking for something, and the familiar clothes seemed to convey something to me. This is ... Grandma! My hoarse cry was cut off by the sound of cold rain dripping and disappeared in the rain.
Grandma has bad eyes and often can't see clearly. Her legs and feet are bad, and her knees always hurt. Has she been waiting for me here? For a moment, my brain went blank, just like being sedated and staying where I was. I froze, and it was surprisingly quiet around me. She just stood there with a cane in her hand, looking for me everywhere. The cool breeze swept away the warmth, leaving only the cold. A gust of wind roared and messed up her hair, and her silver-gray hair dragged and swayed in the dim light. I can't see her facial features clearly in the dark, but I can only see that she is wearing thin clothes. I thought I would arrive soon, so I didn't wear thick clothes. I didn't expect to wait so long.
The wind is blowing again. Her skirt swayed in the wind.
I rode in despair, and my hand hurt like a knife in the wind. When I appeared in her sight, she smiled foolishly and wanted to rush into the rain to see me. I stopped the car at random to stop her trembling steps. Her smile and her wrinkles are rubbed together, which is equivalent to a smiling face of Zhang greatly. She took my hand, turned around with difficulty, and walked to the door step by step on crutches. Her cold hand trembled obviously at the moment when she grabbed me, and the cold rushed to her heart along the blood. The corridor was quiet, and the sound of her crutches hitting the ground echoed in the corridor, rippling with silent waltzes. A mist in front of my eyes, mixed with rain on my hair, flowed on my face.
"Hungry, son." Her loving eyes are full of my shadow, and the expression on my face is black and white in her eyes. I can even see the wet tears on my cheeks. Before I could answer, she had brought me the rice on the table. "Eat it while it's hot." The steam in the rice solidified in the air. I swallowed the rice vaguely and didn't know what it tasted like. For an instant, my mouth was full of bitterness, and the feelings of moving, sadness and guilt spread in my heart overlapped. Suddenly, I have an impulse to burst into tears.
It is conceivable that an old man just stood in the wind, regardless of the wind and rain, still stubbornly waiting to complain about her granddaughter on the road. She has been waiting silently.
It all comes from love.
Love drives away the coolness.
Love burns in my heart.
That waiting, that self-evident feeling, has not been doused by heavy rain, nor has it been blown dry by strong wind. It's there, in the deepest part of the old man's heart, not far away.
It turns out that love is around. Love, in fact, has been waiting
Chapter 2: Love is waiting silently in my heart.
That ray of sunshine warmed my happy memories.
Everything is performing colorful love in this kind of waiting. Everything makes a girl who doesn't like to cry leave real tears.
Thoughts fly to those years, waiting for those days.
Pushing open the long-lost door, I saw you that I missed day and night through a dim light in the dark and lonely cabin. It's just, I can't believe you've aged so much, but I never found out. You sat quietly by the window, but your back was turned to me, and your hair was messy. You have a knife in one hand and a pencil in the other. I watched you quietly behind you, but you didn't notice. Not only when everything around you flashes clearly, only your thin body is left in front of you. I rushed to your side and choked and said, "Grandma, you know I don't need it. Why did you cut it?" You were startled by my sudden move, and said like a child, grandma is fine, just sharpen the pencil. "Looking at your gray hair horns reminds me of dandelions struggling in the wind. I don't know how brave I was to ask that sentence. " Grandma, are you old? ""I am old and you have grown up. " Grandma looked at me flatly. I don't know when she fell asleep on my shoulder.
"Grandma, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat? " I asked. "There is cooked corn on the table. Go and eat. " "Hey? Grandma, how do you know that I will cook corn when I come back today? " "Grandma, clairvoyant and observant, knowing that you are back, I will cook corn at home and watch you." Then the two men giggled.
Now I'm back in this old house. It's empty. The air seems to be mixed with some unspeakable smells, which makes me breathless for a while. Looking back now, I find grandma's love hidden in a small pencil, hidden in corn every day, locked in the old house and waiting. When I grow up and have the whole world, she is just waiting for me.
Grandma, you know, I miss you very much. From now on, I am by your side, and you are waiting for me in heaven with love.
Article 3: Love is waiting for the composition silently.
Yushu, never let people fall in love.
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Waiting, the enrichment in the morning, the sublimation in waiting, and the breaking in trembling.
April, which was supposed to be a bright spring day, was like "the rain in the sky was crisp and crisp, but the grass was near but colorless", but it was fragmented because of an earthquake.
The gray-haired mother, with butter tea in her hand, was waiting for her son who came back from afar at the railway station. The strong Tibetan flavor conveyed her sincerity. It's too late. Before the train entered the platform, she left, and the gorgeous Tibetan robe bloomed in the sky, leaving a piece of white.
Yushu is crying, China is crying and I am crying. Shaking without warning, killing this vibrant grassland. Blx is broken.
Eating grass on the grassland, he threw away the scattered sheep and ran home quickly. What he saw was a house like a skeleton, covered with dust. An elderly mother and a wife with a five-month-old child are like dead leaves in winter, buried in the ground forever. He wants to hear the baby's fetal movement, but this little life will never move again.
There are people on both sides of Jielong Township. They sobbed, cried and shouted. The city above heaven is broken.
The prayer flags on the horizon dance like sunset clouds.
Monks pray in front of the world's largest manifold, which is engraved with the six-character mantra of Kangba people and the blessings of the world.
Large clouds breed in the sky, yaks stand leisurely on the green grassland, and children's unbridled smiles swirl on the prayer wheel. He personally buried his wife and old mother in this land with pure faith. Left a painful heart, and this land has taken away his soul.
Crying hurts the stupa, the Buddha lamp and the kumquat tree overhead. The Kangba people here are the most beautiful men and women in the world. Their faith is as transparent as air, and the bronze horn of the century blows out eternal sound.
The blooming flower of Ge Sang has not withered. Although this life is gone, it will never change.
Make yourself strong!
Re-water the city with love!
The source of Sanjiang, a paradise over 5000 meters!
Chapter 4: Love is waiting silently.
what is love ? What does love feel like? Is it the sweet spring flowing through the heart, the wonderful serenade rippling in the ear, blowing away the sad spring breeze, or ... Love is like an elf flying in people's lives and always around people.
Love is the most beautiful word in the world. It requires us to wait, trust and wait.
In my hometown, deep in the mountains, there is such a teacher who insists on teaching children regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow. Whether he relies on crutches to support his body or not, he still persists. A basin of firewood and several tables became the classroom for the children. Every Monday, he will lead students to raise the national flag and sing the national anthem. The children's immature songs are full of yearning for the world outside the mountain. He shoulders the children's future and teaches them. He is teacher Tan Dingcai.
As the saying goes: a three-foot platform raises peaches and plums, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn. But Mr. Tan Dingcai stood on the platform less than three feet, imparting knowledge with the torture of illness, and he never complained. He is a teacher. He proved the teacher's meaning with his own actions. He said, "I don't want to leave my students. I will always be a guide in the mountains, always waiting for children with dreams in the mountains! " It is love that keeps teacher Tan Dingcai waiting in the mountains, and it is he who gives hope to the children in the mountains.
Remember 201110 June 13? Remember that thrilling scene? Yes, that day, a two-year-old Xiaoyueyue in Foshan was unfortunately knocked down by a vehicle. At this dangerous moment, an old woman went to Xiaoyueyue and gave her a helping hand. She was taken to the hospital at the first time and waited for her during Xiaoyueyue's treatment. Her name is Chen Xianmei, and she is a scavenger in Foshan.
Grandma looks extremely thin, weak and old. The ups and downs of life have carved wrinkles on her face. Her hands must be unusually rough and calloused, but they show us sincerity and trust. The lyrics write: "If I can meet you, in my crying heart, will you agree and forgive me for looking for trust with my blind heart!" " This makes us understand the true meaning of love.
Love sprouts around us, grows in the waiting, touching pictures and firm beliefs, which make love permeate our lives.
Zola said: Love never grows old, it keeps eternal flame and immortal brilliance, and the existence of the world depends on it.
Love, an eternal topic, helps and waits to make the world full of sunshine.
Chapter 5: Waiting silently _450 words
I don't know when it started, and I gradually found that waiting can also express a deep love, not so vigorous, just silently paying. "Oh, it's almost 10: 30, why hasn't my mother come to pick me up!" I am at the teacher's house, waiting for my mother's arrival with complaints.
Suddenly, I found my mother's figure caught my eye, and there were crystal drops of water on my forehead. I don't know if it's sweat or rain. I flew over and took all my grievances out on my mother. "How come now!" I pouted and said. "I'll wait for you at half past nine." Mom said doubtfully. "I thought the teacher asked you to ring the doorbell!" I still can't get rid of my unhappiness. I shouted at my mother. Mother was even more puzzled, and the wrinkled brow squeezed out the water drops on her forehead. "I don't know about it?" Mom replied. "What ... what?" I suspect that I heard wrong. How could my mother not know? I thought I called! Oh, it turned out that dad called the teacher without telling mom. I misjudged my mother. Before 9: 30, my mother ran out of the cool air-conditioned room at home to pick me up and waited for me for more than an hour. I don't know how my mother survived the storm and mosquito bites outside, except that it must be hard to wait for more than 1 hour in hot summer.
Waiting, my mother stood outside silently 1 for hours, regardless of the wind and rain and mosquito bites, interpreting the purest and purest love in the world-maternal love!
Motherly love is speechless, waiting is priceless! Maternal love, this kind of love can span everything, regardless of wind and rain, mosquito bites, are to be expressed.