I believe there must be countless love stories around us. I also met many people who did good things like Uncle Lei Feng, such as helping the old man cross the street and giving his seat to the old man ... but I still remember two things.
It's a sunny morning. I went shopping with my mother. We saw an uncle eating a banana, but he threw the banana skin on the ground. A little sister saw it and ran over and said, "Uncle, this is a public place. You can't throw banana peels everywhere. " "Yes, uncle, it is wrong for you to litter like this, let alone banana peel. Passers-by will fall when they step on it. " A little girl stood up and said. But that uncle said rudely, "You bastards care about me. I can throw it as I like, you can't control it! " People around him accused him one after another, and some said, "You are unbelievable." Some said, "Why are you like this?" Others said, "Even children are more sensible than you." Wait a minute. Hearing this, Uncle picked up the banana peel in shame, threw it into the trash can and walked away silently.
Another time, my mother and I went for a walk on the bridge. I saw an old woman riding a tricycle, dragging a car full of second-hand goods. Suddenly, an elder sister went to help her push the car onto the bridge. Grandma thanked her again and again, saying that she was a sensible good child and asked her name. The elder sister said "Young Pioneers" and left. This kind of Lei Feng spirit of doing good deeds without leaving a name is worth learning.
After reading these two things, I thought: I must be a useful person in the future, help those in need, pass my love to everyone's heart, and let them know that only by helping others can others help you when you need help.
< 2 > composition on the topic of love, about 450 words.
love
Some people say that love is like spring rain, nourishing everything; Some people say that love flows into everyone's heart like sweet spring; Others say that love is like a warm current in winter, warming our body and mind.
In my memory, there is one thing that I cannot forget. It was one afternoon after school, my grandfather and I rode an electric car home. On the way, my grandfather wanted to buy something, so we went into an alley, but my grandfather accidentally drove the car into a big pit. The car fell down, so did we. At this time, many people gathered around. There was a lot of talk in the crowd, but no one helped us all the time. At this time, an uncle walked out of the crowd with vigorous steps. He is a young man of 34 or 5 years old.
He stepped forward, smiled and helped me and grandpa up, and asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you all right?" Are you hurt? " But everyone around said, "Young man, don't help him. It's time for the old man to correct you. " He didn't listen to others, but still patted the dust off my grandfather and me and carefully checked whether our bodies were injured.
My uncle said, "I believe there are many good people in the world, and I am willing to help others." After that, he continued to examine the wound for us. Seeing that we were all right, his anxious expression eased a little. He said to us, "Grandpa, it's not safe for you to take so many things with your children by electric car. I'll help you tidy up first, and then take you home. " "That's embarrassing." My uncle began to help us before my grandfather finished. Struggling to sort out the scattered items, he said to us, "I'll drive you home." Let me help you save the electric car! " Say that finish, my uncle picked up the electric car, put it in a nearby parking lot, and then drove the car. My uncle labored to load the goods one by one. This cargo is really heavy. My uncle used a lot of effort, his face turned red, and the veins stood out on his forehead, so he couldn't wipe the sweat from his eyes.
When people around you saw this scene, they all praised, "Well done, young man!" Everyone also helped pack the goods. My uncle helped my grandfather and me get on the bus. He drove the car to our door. He also helped us move things upstairs. Grandpa and I have always thanked him. Grandpa wants to give his uncle some money as a thank you. He doesn't want it. He said shyly, "These are easy. You're welcome. " After that, I went downstairs and looked at the distant figure, tears were almost out of my eyes. "
Love is everywhere. If there is no love in the world, we will become indifferent. I want to learn from this uncle, help others and let love be in everyone's heart.
450 words about "love" in the composition of "Three"
Love-a cup of fragrant tea
Love is broad, it can contain hundreds of rivers, it can penetrate a solid boulder, it is like a cup of tea with overflowing fragrance. The more you savor it, the more you can taste its fragrance.
People who have touched China, people who have given goods and 3 million yuan, people who have helped 178 poor students, and people who were not visited when they were dying, Cong Fei said frankly: "Don't blame them, I don't need medical care anymore." What kind of tolerance is this? Some people may say that this is Cong Fei's character, but I say this is an expression of Cong Fei's love. Because love is broad.
Love is not water under the bridge. Some people say that love is like a pot of water. If you pour it out, you will never get it back. But I said, love is not like water, because love can be transmitted, and love can contain everything. Perhaps, some people think that love only talks about giving without asking for anything in return. I said that's for sure.
Love is eternal, and the heart is eternal.
Said some touching words and read some touching articles. When you think of love, you will think of an article. This article describes how a little girl and her mother donated items to Xiao Qiang who lost her mother in the fire.
At first, the little girl only donated some toys that she didn't want to play with or were old. After the little girl's mother persuaded, "when donating money, you need to donate items that are important to yourself and others." The little girl thought for a moment, and then asked, "Mom, can I get the donated items back?" Mom said, "Of course not." The little girl thought quietly, and finally, with tears in her eyes, took her mother's hand and ran to Xiao Qiang's side and said to Xiao Qiang, "Xiao Qiang, I gave you my mother, and you will have a mother in the future." Then the little girl ran out of the crowd crying. ...
Of course, this is how naive this little girl looks to us, but from her, we can see how beautiful her heart is. Love is priceless and eternal. As long as our hearts are full of love, the world will become a better place.
Really, love is really like a cup of tea. The more you taste it, the stronger it gets. It can melt every soul. Even if you take a sip, you can taste the fragrance of tea, the beauty of a person's character and even the charm of a person.
Cong Fei's words, a little girl's actions, a gentle words, we can all taste the beauty of their personality and soul. There are not many reasons, all from the role of love.
Love will last forever, my heart will last forever, and the world will be beautiful because of love.
We stay in a world full of love at the same time.
We imagine there are beautiful scenery and flowers.
Love of "thinking" in 450-word composition
As long as everyone gives a love, the world will become a beautiful world! This is an old song. But it has survived to this day.
Today, it rang in the Children's Leukemia Hospital. I see a pair of eager eyes from the screen. It turned out that his name was Zhang Zihao and he was only three years old. He was diagnosed with leukemia less than a month after he was born. He was deprived of the right to be happy by his illness at such a young age! Lying in a cold hospital all day. This requires people from all walks of life to trust them to heal their wounds. So, this time, the same song program group launched a love activity to help these sick children.
The actors sang this old song and held donation boxes. At this time, the crowd boiled and people flocked to the donation box. Even five. Six-year-old children came to the donation box with one yuan and two yuan in their hands and carefully put the money into the donation box. Although the money is not much, it shows their fiery hearts! Adults are generous, dozens, hundreds, thousands. These colorful banknotes all show their kind and golden hearts!
An hour has passed, two hours have passed, the crowd is still there, and people are still scrambling to donate money for the children. The actors were moved by this scene and shed tears of excitement, while the white learning child who stood on the balcony and saw this scene was already in tears.
Finally, the same Song program group announced that they would fund the construction of a special classroom for leukemia children. Hearing the exciting news, the audience cheered in unison. In this way, children with leukemia have their own world, they can study and live like normal people, and they can feel the fun of learning. Although they are sick, I believe that with the development of medical technology, they will be able to get rid of the disease and become the pillars of the motherland!
450 questions on the love story composition of Wu.
Give a love.
One day on the eve of the Spring Festival, there was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street. My parents and I are going to the bank to deposit money. On that day, it rained heavily, but the number of people in the street did not decrease at all. They flocked to the city from all directions to do new year's goods. We came to the bank deposit counter, and my mother made deposits in the order of queuing. It's mom's turn to save money. Mother gave the money to her aunt at the bank counter. Aunt put the money into the money counter with one hand and tapped the computer keyboard skillfully with the other. Then she inserted the passbook into the printer and the amount of money saved was printed on the passbook. When my mother was saving money, my father and I were idle and walked around. Suddenly, I was attracted by a small transparent box hanging on the wall, which said "Donate for Project Hope". There is also a color photo of the little girl on it. She is an out-of-school child. Her big eyes are staring at the front, full of longing, as if telling us how much she wants to go to school! It seems that she wants us to help her or something. So I did not hesitate to put the fifty cents pocket money my mother gave me when I went out into a small box, and a bank worker next to me smiled approvingly.
On the way home, those big watery eyes kept coming to my mind, and I couldn't erase them. However, I still wonder why she can't afford to go to school. I think she can go to school as long as everyone who comes to save money donates a little money. How nice the uncles and aunts in the bank are! Hanging a small box here can remind those who come to save money and give love to children who are out of school!
There are two love compositions of 450 words in Lu.
Article 1: Caring
Caring is a noble and sunny word. Yes, I have been caring since I was a child, and I have my mother's care at home; At school, I have teachers and classmates; Outside, I have relatives and friends to take care of me ... although I have grown up, I will never forget those things when I was a child. Looking back, I still remember them clearly.
I remember that the teacher came to the classroom after the bell rang for an art class. When I was looking for an art book in my bag, I left it at home. At this moment, my eyes were full of tears ... at this moment, hope appeared. My deskmate Lily put her book between our two desks and said to me, "Come and read it together, and you will know you didn't bring it, you careless bastard!" "
Twenty minutes have passed before you know it. Lily and I are both selected. After I finished painting with Gou Xianbi, I reached into my schoolbag again to get a marker. After a few minutes, I forgot to bring something. "Shit, who will lend you crayons?" Just as I was blaming myself, my roommate Lily came up to me again and said, "You should change this problem!" " "Because the art class, should also be a gift for lily in the snow, let us become bosom friends, from now on.
Now, whenever I recall these past events, a warm current rushes to my heart.
Chapter II: Caring.
Motherly love is great, fatherly love is boundless, and the care between classmates is selfless.
One weekend, I went to an English class, and the sun shone through the window and between the lines of the book. My mood is as happy as sunshine. After class, the teacher asked the students to tear off a piece of paper as a roll of paper and take the exam. I turned around unhurriedly to get this, ah, why didn't I bring this? When the teacher knew that she would definitely talk about me, I suddenly became nervous! I tried to remember where I put the book. Suddenly, I remembered that I had left my book on my desk at home! what can I do? Suddenly, I felt the air solidified and suddenly became lifeless. Just when I was at a loss, I turned around and saw a piece of paper at my deskmate. I suddenly became happy and asked him for a low one. But when he tore the paper, I found that he had only one piece of paper left. He handed me the paper and said, "Write quickly." I said to him, "What would you do?" He smiled and put on a funny look and said, "I can write on the back." After the teacher finished the problem, he walked off the platform to see how the students wrote. He happened to find him and said, "why did you write it on the back?" You didn't bring a book! " I suddenly became nervous and looked at him. He lowered his head and said, "I forgot to bring it." The teacher said sternly, "Pay attention next time!" I am very grateful to him for taking responsibility for me at a critical moment.
The love between classmates will always inspire me.
Chapter III: Caring
At that time, I was still in a large kindergarten class, which was a boarding school. It rained heavily that night, and it was still raining, accompanied by a cold wind hitting our building. I was weak then. Maybe it was blown by the cold wind. I have a cold. But I don't care at all. I didn't realize the seriousness of the disease until I fell asleep.
At midnight, I have been coughing until the early morning. This can worry the teachers in the kindergarten class. As soon as it was dawn, the teachers called their mothers at once. The teacher threw me on my back and took me to the city hospital by school bus.
On the bus, both teachers frowned. On their anxious faces, I seemed to see the sweat flowing down. A teacher kept urging the driver: "Drive faster, drive faster." Another teacher asked me a question and put a wet towel on my forehead. My aunt in charge of the dormitory took my temperature and covered me with a warm blanket. "ah! Thirty-nine degrees five! " Everyone is on tenterhooks, and my pain hangs on everyone's mind like a sword.
Young and naive, I thought to myself: Why hasn't my mother come yet? Maybe I cough more. My mother knew that my pain would come. At this time, I used cough as a spell to summon my mother. I coughed on purpose, regardless of the teachers' feelings. However, the teachers still care about me.
When I arrived at the hospital, I really felt the teachers' concern for me and my aunt's meticulous care.
Chapter Four: Silent Care
Tired moonlight condensed in the idle air outside the window, only a little dizzy barely sprinkled on our writing desk, quietly.
Suddenly, a percussion-like commercial sound resounded through my house and rushed to the next door-this was my sneeze.
The words sound just fell and there was a faint sound of slippers rubbing the ground outside, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps, and 1 of "pa", a light was squeezed out from the crack of the door. After that, the door slowly opened and a large piece of light broke into the room. I have to cover my eyes, and I want to sleep!
"It's cold, cover the quilt." Mother's voice came from outside, clear and gentle. After that, she went to my bed and tucked me in, from head to toe, just like the soil caring for the seedlings in my arms, so light that I hardly noticed it.
"It's cold. Get up in the morning and put on more clothes." Mother said, "Go to sleep!"
As the footsteps went away, I turned to the door, brimming with dazzling light, and found that my mother was only wearing a thin pajamas, and her skirt was still shaking in an instant, emitting the chill of early winter.
Then the lights went out.
The nose is so disappointing that it feels awkward. If I sneeze for the second time, I will definitely repeat the scene just now.
I have to do qigong therapy, concentrate in the dark, close my eyes and hold my nose. Everything comes to him who waits, I finally held back this sneeze.
"Ah-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. However, this time it was mom's sneeze.
Chapter 5: Care.
Caring is everyone's. So have you ever helped others or others helped you?
A few days ago, I saw a story entitled "Seiji Ozawa's Persistence". This story tells that Seiji Ozawa came to Shenyang and decided to conduct the symphony orchestra in Shenyang to play dvorak's Ninth Symphony. After four hours of training on the first day, Seiji Ozawa frowned. He decided to train for six hours every day from the next day to train everyone to pass. Everyone should start with basic skills. After that, he trained for six hours every day, but on the afternoon of the third day, Seiji Ozawa was so tired that he sat directly on the ground, but it was difficult for the first violinist of the symphony orchestra to pass. Seiji Ozawa corrected the first violinist again and again, but she still failed the exam. So the violinist begged Seiji Ozawa to choose someone else, but Seiji Ozawa didn't agree, but encouraged her to insist.
Encouraged by Seiji Ozawa, the violinist finally passed the exam. In the end, such persistence brought a wonderful performance. In my opinion, if a violinist gives up halfway, there will be no final success, because success belongs to those who persist to the end.
The master's encouragement to the first violinist is also an encouragement to the whole orchestra and even everyone. There is no persistence without encouragement, and there is no success without persistence. So we must stick to it and not back down. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. Even if it fails, it doesn't matter Starting over is a big deal.
"Qi" composition about love. 450 words.
In this beautiful world, I spent twelve spring, summer, autumn and winter, and many people helped me in these twelve years. Among them, what impressed me the most was a little thing that happened when I first entered junior high school.
The last class on Friday morning is physical education class. After this class, the students are already hungry. When we got back to class and were ready to enjoy a hearty lunch, we found that the lunch box was empty! What's going on here?
Just when all of us were puzzled, Fang Xue Ying, who was on sick leave in this class, leaned out of the window, smiled shyly at everyone and said, "Let's go in!" What's going on here?
We all walked into the classroom. Ah! I saw 39 lunch boxes neatly placed on each classmate's desk, with a wet tissue on it. Now I understand everything: Fang helped students put lunch boxes on everyone's desks at the physical education class.
"Hey, you are really good!"
"Thank you for helping us eat!" The students all praised her.
At this moment, Miss Wang came into the classroom: "Students, do you know who put your lunch box where?" "Fang Xue Ying!" Everyone said with one voice. The teacher smiled approvingly. "Yes, Fang helped you put the lunch box away, everyone ..." As soon as the words sound just fell, he was drowned out by waves of applause from his classmates. ...
I looked down at the box lunch, and in an instant, a feeling came from my heart! This box lunch is full of Fang's love for his classmates!
Through this incident, the students have become more caring. As long as the students who are on sick leave, such as Xin and Wang Jinghong ... there is no one who does not help the students with their meals and lunch boxes. I even wish I could get sick once and give my love to my classmates. ...
The love story of Ba is 450 words
At noon, it was crisp in autumn, and the teachers and students of Beijing Quanchi Aibo Rehabilitation Education Center, located in the small park affiliated to Beiyuan North Road, Haidian District, ushered in a special day-seeing off two deaf-mute children sponsored by Li Chen to go to Henan University; Li Chen will personally escort the two children to Zhengzhou, Henan Province, and hand them over to Zhongzhou University Hospital in Henan Province to help them enter another wonderful life journey. ...
At the farewell party, Li Chen prepared schoolbags, diaries and other school supplies for the two children, and told them to study hard.
In May, 2000, Li Chen came to "Full Pool Aibo Rehabilitation Center" and visited the children receiving treatment here. Li Chen is also a disabled person, and he was deeply moved. I chatted with the dean Quan Tiewei and the director of the center Chi Meifen, only to know that the couple both graduated from the same class majoring in special education. For the sake of their own research topic, and for the sake of restoring the health of all the deaf-mutes, they founded this rehabilitation center and overcame all kinds of difficulties to get to today. Li Chen was deeply moved by the couple and immediately decided to subsidize 60,000 yuan to help these disabled children. Li Chen sponsored 65,438+00 deaf-mute children for five years, including Huang Rizhu and Li Yongtao, who are now attending universities.
The internationally recognized best rehabilitation age is 0-6 years old. When Huang Rizhu came to the center for treatment, he was1at the beginning of June, 1998, 10 years old. Li Yongtao came to the center at the end of May 1998, when he was 8 years old. They were completely deaf children when they came, and they were all past the best age for recovery. They got the best treatment under the research project of Mr. and Mrs. Quan Tiewei. Today, the rehabilitation result is that they can understand and speak clearly and communicate with normal people through the first stage of 10 months. The second stage (1999 to 2003), the completion of primary education; In the third stage (2003-May 2005), I completed junior and senior high school education, took part in the national college entrance examination, and was finally admitted to Zhongzhou University in Henan with the top ten excellent results in the country. Surprisingly, Li Yongtao is only 15 years old this year, and both his parents have been laid off. The only financial pillar of the whole family is his mother's roadside stall. His father unfortunately got tongue cancer two years ago, and the only way is to have his tongue removed. Since then, his father has also become disabled. It is in this environment that Li Yongtao, a deaf-mute child who is only 15 years old, has made more efforts than ordinary people, driven by Li Chen's encouragement.
They are unfortunate, but they are lucky. They not only chose a good treatment center, but also got the loving support of Li Chen, which enabled them to enter the university today and study and live normally like ordinary children. This not only surprised us, but also attracted the attention of the international medical community. Li Chen will continue to subsidize other children who are receiving treatment in rehabilitation centers, while Huang Rizhu, Li Yongtao and those disabled children hope that more people in the society will care for them and help them, so that they can get good treatment, have a chance to receive normal education, and smoothly enter the society and integrate into it.
On August 29th, Li Chen sent two children to the North Campus of Zhongzhou University early in the morning. The school held a welcome meeting. The children's mother shook Li Chen's hand excitedly, thanked her and burst into tears.
After the welcome party, Li Chen also went to the children's dormitory to see if their daily necessities were enough.
Li Chen said that he had been helped by the Disabled Persons' Federation and people around him since he was a child. His achievements today are inseparable from those who have helped him. He deeply feels that the growth of the disabled needs the help of the whole society.
Li Chen sincerely appeals that it is not enough to give love to one person or several people. I hope everyone in the whole society will dedicate every love to us, just like "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world ..."