It's good to have you. It's good to have you. At first glance, it looks like seeing an anxious mother when she is sick. But isn't there anyone else worthy of this sentence? Of course not.
Walking on spotless streets, have you ever wondered who makes the streets so clean? Whenever you eat fresh fruits and vegetables, have you ever wondered who gave birth to them? Whenever you see wonderful architectural designs, have you ever wondered who built them? There are countless such examples, but they all belong to a glorious group-the working people.
The origin, status and age of this group are different. There are sanitation workers waving brush-like brooms to add charm to this huge urban painting, and there are gardeners dressing up the city with wand-like scissors ... but do they just work for wages? No, or a small number of them are, but most of them are not. Their labor is for the people to have a better life, for the beauty of China, for a young woman, and for China to have both political and military strength and a beautiful environment to meet people.
So, "it's good to have you." Should belong to every working people. Because they not only facilitate our life, but also make our city more beautiful. This is not enough to accept the sentence "It's good to have you!" Like?
It's good to have you. One day in February of 20xx, you came into this world mysteriously. From that day on, my home and my simple life have undergone earth-shaking changes. ...
From that day on, I have something delicious, and you have to eat two bites; You must play anything interesting; Where to play, I will report to you, or drive you crazy. You looked at the gold medal, 1, and once you drew it. Sometimes, I really hate you: grab my book, tear my book, and do all the bad things! But ... on second thought, it's very kind of you.
You love your job so much. Every weekend, you collect clothes and dry them like a bee. The last thing I want to do is to dry clothes. Very troublesome. You frown, play with your heart, and then dry one by one. It's not very beautiful, but it's your heart. It's getting dark and night is coming. As soon as I called, you should put it away. Even if it is sometimes crushed by big clothes, it still completes the task well. Perhaps, you think this is a game, and you find the fun, but you don't know how to play it well.
On Saturday, I went to cram school. Don't forget to bring me a copy when you go shopping in the supermarket. Every day when I come home from school or cram school, I see you watching from a distance. As soon as I saw you, I opened the door barefoot, and then I kept talking about what you saw and heard all day. Whenever this time, I will listen to the small world in your mind. Gradually, it seems that I have returned to my childhood.
Thank you for coming.-My brother, it's good to have you.
It's good to have you. I want to say to my parents, "It's good to have you!" "
In the dark night, the cold wind roared, and there were bouts of coughing and sneezing from time to time in the room. I saw two familiar figures sitting by my bed. Father kept soaking and wringing towels and putting them on my forehead. I curled up in the quilt and my mother brought me hot milk. Did you take my temperature? I saw that my parents were already sweating, and my head was covered with sweat. Finally, it's dawn.
One summer vacation before grade one, I couldn't sit still on the pole for fun and fell down. My head hit a stone, and in an instant my head was covered with blood. I can only vaguely see two figures holding me by my side. I only remember that two big hands picked me up, and the next second I fainted. When I woke up again, I was already lying in the hospital bed. I only saw my parents sitting next to me, looking pale. The doctor whispered to my parents that it was not a big problem while sewing my needle. I clearly see that my parents are relieved.
When I don't do well in the exam, my parents will calm down and analyze the questions with me. Why did I make a mistake? I won't make a mistake next time. My parents won't beat me or scold me, but they will give me ideological education.
Mom and dad, you are indispensable in my life, mom and dad-it's good to have you.
It's good to have you. That day, the weather was sultry, and it seemed that I couldn't breathe. The sky is gray, and all the fish stick their heads out and breathe the fresh air.
Who doesn't want to go for a walk in the outside world on such a sultry afternoon? So, my brother and I decided to go for an outing by bike together.
We started riding bicycles. Less than ten minutes after riding, the weather began to pour water on the ground. The rain was so heavy that the branches were bent. From time to time, the sky was opened by lightning, the wind roared and the thunder was deafening, so we could hear nothing. Just ride home. The rain made us unable to lift our heads.
I finally rode my car to the gate of the community in the heavy rain. From time to time, several cars drive into the community. Fortunately, it's not too difficult. There is a car return point near the community. I rode to its edge and found it almost impossible to return the car on the sidewalk. Because, to a very high step!
I tried to lift the car up the steps. I grabbed the front of the car with one hand and the bottom of the car with the other. I lifted it hard and kicked my foot under the front wheel. The car jumped up at once, but it was still not as high as the steps. I tried several times, all in vain, wasting my strength. I have no strength anymore. I sat in the car and looked at the street, hoping someone could help me.
I am very helpless. At this moment, a man patted me on the back: "Little friend, do you need help?" I got a fright, jumped out of the car and the car fell beside him. His hair was unkempt and he was wearing shabby clothes. I ventured to say, "Yes." He grabbed the front of the car with both hands, kicked it and climbed the steps.
"Go home quickly, don't catch a cold!" At some point, he ran into the vast sea of people.
It's good to have you.
It's good to have you. Time flies, and more than ten years have passed in an instant. Looking back on these lost days, I can't help but feel that you have paid too much for me. Mom, it's good to have you.
When I was in kindergarten, I had to cross a main road every time I went to school. Every time you see me off, you pull me with your long arms and try your best not to let my hand fall from yours, for fear that something will happen to me. Under your care, I cross the road safely every time. It's good to have you.
I have been weak since I was a child. As long as there is a little cold, I will catch a cold. Sometimes you suddenly have a high fever in the middle of the night, and you have to take injections and take medicine behind my back. No matter how bad the weather is, sometimes the wind is biting, you don't care to put on more clothes. On the way, you tried your best to keep out the cold air for me and prevent it from hurting me. You never feel tired when you walk a long way behind my back. Thanks to you, I can recover quickly every time. It's good to have you.
My grades in junior high school were always poor, but you never criticized me, but always encouraged me. Every time I tell you that I didn't do well in the exam, you always say, "It doesn't matter, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you don't get discouraged, learn from the exam failure and don't make similar mistakes again." You also analyzed the reasons why I failed the exam with me. It is your patience and love that inspired me to move forward and helped me get good grades. It's good to have you.
In kindergarten, you care for my healthy and happy growth with solid arms.
When I was a child, you used your affectionate love to lead me out of the control of diseases and towards health.
When I was a teenager, you led me into the hall of knowledge with ardent expectations and patience.
Mom, it's good to have you!
It's good to have you. You are a little flower. I can't name you, but you have accompanied me through the ups and downs of life. Thank you for your company in those years.
Your petals are light and long, white and simple, not at all unassuming, as moist and elegant as milk, as pure as white jade, as if there were no flaws. There are several pale yellow stamens between the petals, which are looming and at arm's length. Although it is not as graceful as peony, as delicate as peach blossom and as elegant as lotus, it reveals a strange beauty from the inside out. Your fragrance is faint, not pungent, not enchanting and not refreshing. A gust of wind blowing, mixed with quiet fragrance, seems to bring people to the prairie.
You have been with me for many years, and every time I see you, I feel relaxed and happy.
I still remember that it was a summer afternoon, and the cicadas outside the window were disturbing. The air is hot and dry, and it is as thick as a cup of hot cocoa, as if it is going to solidify, which makes people upset and difficult to breathe. At that time, I was practicing the violin, and the notes seemed to turn into the sound of sawing feet under my hands, which made me more annoyed. With a bang, a string broke, which puzzled me. At that moment, all my anger could no longer be suppressed and I came to the balcony angrily.
The hot air brushed my cheek, and there was a trace of peace in the wind. For an instant, the anger in my heart seemed to vanish. I saw you with the wind. You are elegant and humble. The gold dust of the sun is sprinkled on you. You shine in the sun and dance in the wind. I don't know why, my heart became comfortable, and I went back to the violin to change strings, and beautiful notes poured out like running water. ...
Thank you. It was good to have you in those years.
It's good to have you. Sixth grade composition 7 "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun." Whenever I read this poem, I always think of you. Xiao Li, it's good to have you.
Comfort after inspection
"Ding Ding Ding!" As soon as the bell rang, all the students ran out of the "Free Kingdom". The teacher came into the classroom with a pile of test papers in his hand, and we were all very nervous. As time goes on, students become more and more nervous. The teacher called my name and said, "Why did you do so badly in the exam?" I got the test paper and saw the red wrong number on it, just like a person's blood spilled on my test paper. I was so nervous that I was suffocating. I thought to myself: What should I do? If I tell my mother the score, I won't have "fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots"! And you touched my back and said to me, "Nothing, let's work together, don't be sad." Thank you for your encouragement. It's good to have you.
Riding a bike in the park
"Knock!" I heard the doorbell ring, like a horse galloping over. I opened the door and found you with two bicycles. You said to me, "Let's go cycling in the park!" " "I said," all right. "
We went to the park, found a wide place and put our bikes here. You told me your cycling tips, and then I tried. However, as soon as I stood up, I fell down. When others saw me, I didn't smile, just kept a straight face. You've been teaching me, and I don't know how many times I fell. After a while, my hands turned blue, so I put the car aside and sat in the chair. You encouraged me to say, "Failure is the mother of success. Don't lose heart. You are the best. " Hearing these words, I cheered up again. It's good to have you.
Thank you, my friend, it's good to have you!
It's good to have you. I have a very good friend. His name is Sun, and he is our monitor. He is chubby and has no airs as a monitor. He likes to mingle with the masses. Some people call him "Fat Little Sea". If someone asks him a question, he will answer enthusiastically.
Once, in the fifth grade, we started to compare speed again. At the teacher's command, he and I raced like two horses. After a fierce hiss, I finished, but looking back, I froze. Because he has finished it, he calls me "Slow Music". I was not convinced, but there was nothing I could do but turn around. I'd better do it well. He made a mistake. I am very happy to say, "speed is not everything, only correctness." And said a lot of ugly things. It was embarrassing that neither of us talked to each other that day. I also know that he is angry and may ignore me. But I met a problem in the afternoon, which stumped me. I'm confused. In the past, it was my habit for Sun to ask questions at the back, but today we quarreled. I thought, "This is my fault. I should apologize. " I said awkwardly, "I'm sorry." He said he remembered, well, it's all over. I asked him how he did it, and he told me as before. This difficult problem can prove that our friendship is not made of grass, but of steel.
This is him, the lovely one. He is forgetful and has the same hobbies as us. In the sixth grade, he and I became inseparable friends.
It's good to have you. When the bird began to sing the first song, the breeze came in a hurry and I was brought into the park by the breeze. I saw a girl of fifteen or sixteen, holding the hand of the old man beside her. It should be her grandmother. The girl said softly, "It's good to have you!" Aroused my memory.
I was only about ten years old at that time. It was the Spring Festival. Our family of four went back to their hometown for the Spring Festival. Grandma knew that we were going back to our hometown and got everything ready for our hometown three days in advance.
As soon as the bus stopped, I sat up and saw our old house. I was the first to open the car door, and the figure was already waiting for us there. I was probably so happy that I almost hugged the earth. I stood up straight and looked at my grandmother. She was smiling.
After sitting in the car for two days, I fell asleep with my bed in my arms. I woke up naturally, feeling comfortable, but a little hungry. I rushed into the house wearing a sweater.
"ah! It smells good! " I drifted slowly into the kitchen and looked into the rice cooker with my head out.
Ah! It's millet porridge. I secretly filled a bowl of porridge and accidentally burned my hand. As soon as my hand was released, the bowl fell to the ground. Hey! Poor bowl of porridge! Grandma came over when she heard the sound, picked up my hand and made a big red. I didn't feel any pain at that time, but I almost cried after I recovered.
Grandma said that I was so careless that I washed my hands repeatedly with clean water. Grandma's expression is so kind and kind.
All along, I still feel that this happened only yesterday. I said to myself, "It's good to have you!" " "
It's good to have you. I remember it was a dark night. Outside the window, the wind mixed with raindrops hit the glass, making a stiff sound. I was alone at home, and I turned up the TV to hide my fears. Suddenly, the power went out and the house suddenly became dark. This sudden change made my heart suddenly tighten, as if the whole person had fallen into the bottomless abyss, surrounded by endless darkness. I couldn't help crying loudly. After a few minutes, I calmed down a little. My first thought was to call you. My mother heard my fear in the microphone and encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, son! You are so old, you have to learn to be strong, don't you? The candle is in the drawer, look for it! " No way, I had to reluctantly put down my mobile phone to look for candles, but I still couldn't find them after searching for a long time. I picked up the receiver again, and my voice was timid, as if I were going to cry. My mother was a little unhappy and said like a complaint, "Can't I go out and buy it without it?" Mom has something to do here, I have to go home late! "Say that finish, then hangs up the phone. Bad mother! I said angrily in my mind. I fumbled to open the door and looked at the darkness outside. From time to time, a few cold winds pass through my back, which is creepy. I bullet, crustily skin of head, rushed into the night. When I bought a candle to go home, I suddenly froze and my eyes lit up. Mother stood in the middle of the living room, smiling and reaching out to meet me. She stepped forward, hugged me and praised me: "Good boy, please forgive my mother when you grow up!" "
It suddenly dawned on me that my mother was not far from home. She did this just to exercise me and cultivate my independent personality. "Mom ..." Looking at her clothes wet by the rain, I finally understood her good intentions.
Mom, I love you! It's good to have you!
It's good to have you. You are lively, cheerful and positive. You are a kind-hearted girl, competitive in study, helpful in life and considerate to friends.
I remember that afternoon, our first class was football. We play games in our spare time and sweat profusely. In addition, during the big football break, the hot sun is burning, and each of us is thirsty, sweating and drinking water. And I just forgot to bring water that day, so I had to watch you gulp water and keep swallowing. At this time, a bottle of mineral water was handed to me. "Promise, have a drink." You still have a smile on your lips. I took the mineral water bottle in your hand. At that moment, my heart was covered with a layer of hot air. Now I know that's very touching.
I know you didn't bring water today. You bought this bottle of mineral water with pocket money. I looked, and there was still more than half of the water in it. I know you are thirsty and hot, but when you see that I need water more than you do, just take a few sips and pass me the water so that I can drink it first. Even you need water badly.
"Thank you!" I am very touched. "Drink! Look at you thirsty! " You said with a smile. I opened the bottle cap and took a few gulps of water, barely quenching my thirst. I'm sorry if I drink any more. I want to return the water to you, but you say, drink quickly, knowing you are thirsty, and still drink so little. Pretend to be angry. I drank the water upside down and returned it to you.
This is a friend. Don't flatter when you are happy, but show up in time when you need it. This is a true friend.
Ge Hanjing, your water is very sweet; It's good to have you around! Thank you! Helpful little angel!
It's good to have you. Everyone has their own support! I rely on my mother. She will shelter me from the wind and rain; She will add clothes to keep me warm; She will add happiness to me. My mother is always everywhere in my life. Scenes came to my eyes.
In the evening, as soon as we got home, my mother began to get busy formally. Washing dishes, washing clothes, folding bedding and cleaning the room are all the same. But what makes her care most is my study! The first step is to correct the homework. After correcting the mistakes, explain the wrong questions to me and analyze the reasons for the mistakes. I want to say to you in my heart: "It's good to have you"! Some parents of other students just play with their mobile phones and leave their children alone. Every time I go to bed to get ready for bed, she doesn't wash it. When I wake up in the morning, I always find a message on my desk with all kinds of warm words encouraging me to care about me. I think of my mother's writing on the table again and again, and I feel a warm current in my heart. How touching!
I still remember one night, I wanted to drink water because I was thirsty, so I got out of bed and went to the living room. Looking up, I found my mother still busy correcting the manuscript under the lamp. After I go to bed, she always gets busy with her work. That figure is tall and strong, dead of night, slightly lonely and thin ... she is with me, and I will love her well! There is a little poem called "Pick Mom". I am glad that I chose you among many mothers, and I can imagine how happy I am. I want to say, it's good to have you!
It's good to have you. I never said "it's good to have you". But today I want to say this.
I still remember that afternoon, you said, "Sister, I'm hungry. Please accompany me to buy food. " I looked at your hungry face and agreed. I told my father to take a little money, packed my things and went out. You are very happy to jump around in front of me and keep saying, "Sister, you are so kind!" " "I heard this sentence from her and thought: It's good to have you. I smiled and shook my head helplessly: "forget it, don't jump, I don't care about falling down later." "
You stopped and walked in front of me. I followed you slowly and told you not to walk too fast. You didn't listen, but you accelerated. I was afraid that you would get lost, so I hurried to catch up with you, but who ever thought that I twisted my foot in order to catch up with you? You saw that I didn't keep up, so you ran back. You looked at my feet and said regretfully, "It's all my fault, sister. Let's go home. I won't buy food. "
You cried while talking, and I patted you on the back: "Well, since you're out, why didn't you come for nothing?" I'm fine. "You looked up and I nodded. You picked me up and led me away, always watching your steps, for fear that I would get hurt again. You helped me after shopping. I tell you I'm fine, but you don't believe me, and you have to help me go back. Because you are so naughty and unpredictable, but as long as you appear by my side, my life will be full of joy.
It's good to have you. Sister, do you know?
It's good to have you. This is a broken plastic bucket. The bright yellow has faded a lot. There are several circles of broken tape around the barrel, and there is a deep crack in the lid of the barrel. It lies quietly in the most inconspicuous corner of the room.
Time flies, unconsciously, more than half of the winter vacation has passed, and it's time to bid farewell to my hometown. Mother-in-law came slowly and lifted the bucket, her eyes full of disappointment. She hesitated, and finally spoke slowly: "You are leaving soon, so I will give it to you!" " "
I peeked through that deep crack. That's a bucket of eggs. My mother-in-law knows that I like to eat eggs, so she keeps a circle of chickens and feeds them regularly every day to pick up eggs. Looking back a few days ago, the weather was not beautiful, and it rained intermittently. Although the rain was a dime a dozen, it also made the henhouse muddy. Early in the morning, my mother-in-law wanted to go out to feed the chickens, but her mother wouldn't let her, but she insisted on going. The chicken coop is so slippery that it will fall to the ground if you are not careful. The chicken jumped up and down, splashing mud all over her mother-in-law When I got home, my mother-in-law was wet by the rain, but she didn't complain. She smiled and said, "I picked up two more eggs today and made you egg soup at noon!" "
As soon as I turned around, my mother-in-law smiled kindly and told me the story of the chicken. Although the henhouse is dirty and smelly in my eyes, there is always a smile on her face: "I am old, how nice it is to keep a few chickens as company!" "
My mother-in-law put the bucket of eggs in my hand. When I lifted it, it was heavy, heavy, heavy, and I couldn't lift it.
My mother and I got on the train. There are many people on the train, but I don't feel crowded at all. The bucket of eggs is at my feet, still heavy, heavy. Looking at it, my mother-in-law's incomparable kind smile appeared in front of me, and a warm current also flowed all over my body.
On the way home, dear bucket, it's good to have you!
On the road of life, kind mother-in-law, it's good to have you!
It's good to have you. Since you came to this world, my life is no longer boring. You warm me like the sun, so that I am no longer lonely.
During that time, you seemed to have entered a rebellious period, opposing me everywhere, not letting me watch TV, sitting on the sofa, sitting on the bench, and even standing in the living room. You thought I was an eyesore and said that I disturbed you to watch TV.
Remember that night a few days ago? I accidentally touched you, and you hit and kicked, twisted and pinched. Although you are only 2 1 kg, my face was crushed by you, and it took several days for the scar to go down.
Until one time, I accidentally bumped into you. I thought you would hit me, so I resigned myself to my fate, closed my eyes and waited for that little fist to hit me hard on the back. But for a long time, my back didn't hurt. When I open my eyes, you slowly lift your tender face, look at me with those eyes that can make you cute, and gently say, "Sister, I like you, don't hit me." I'm shocked. Look into your eyes. I see warmth and trust from my heart.
Since then, our relationship has become very good, just like when you were a child. We seem to be back in the old days, full of laughter.
Dad is on a business trip, and I sleep in your room. Mom just turned off all the lights at home, when I suddenly remembered that I had left my quilt in my room. I quickly got out of bed and went to my room to get the quilt. I opened the bedroom door, and the darkness scared me to hurry back to my room. You saw my embarrassment and volunteered to accompany me to get the quilt. When you were young, you held my hand. When you pass through the corridor, the pictures on the wall show their teeth against the background of night. I'm so scared, but you're not. You also comforted me: "Sister, I'm not afraid. I'll hold your hand and let's go together."
At that moment, I really felt good to have you!