Love to us human is what water to fish.Love shines the most beautiful light of humanity,we born in it,we live by it.Too often we take it as granted,but we should know love is a priceless gift we should cherish.But how to cherish the love?I have heard a saying :the quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
It is important for us to learn to love as the first class in our life.Only when you know how to love than you will be a real man in this world.Love brings us warmth in the fearful coldness,love brings us bright when life gets hard and dark.Love brings us confidence toward life when we are tired out and want to give up.
Love deserves all the admiring words,and love is even beyond the life and death.That is what love is all about in my eyes.
Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter.
This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn't have a lot of money.
Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants, and other acts they would see that night.
One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack, standing proud as could be.
The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shining armor."
He was smiling and basking in pride, looking back at her as if to reply, "You got that right."
The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, "Please let me buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus."
The ticket lady quoted the price. The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, and his lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?"
The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn't have enough money.
How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn‘t have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)
My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
The man knew what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear running down his cheek, he replied, "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family."
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn't go to the circus that night, but we didn't go without.
Hello! My name is Xu Zhuo. I have short hair and small eyes . I am tall and thin. I look like a boy. But I am really a girl. I am from ZhangYe . It is a beautiful.
I am a happy girl. My motto is : We should be happy every day. I like smiling very much, because smiling makes me look more beautiful.
In my spare time, I like reading. I Learn a lot from books. I am good at writing. I Want to be a writer when I grow up. I believe, “where there is a will , there is a way.”
My college life I am proud of being a college student. I like my college life as it is so wonderful time in my youth. As being born in small village of the remote countryside, I didn't have a good education environment. However, I set a goal and felt confident to be a college student. After hard study, I passed the entrance examination of national college by excellent achievement. All people were proud of me, as I was the first college student in my village.
I was farewell warmly by them when I came to school. I was warmly welcome by school, too. After then, I’ve felt my study is not only for myself but also for the honor of my village neighborhood and our school.The college life is wonderful. All life in school are fresh. New teachers, new classmates and fresh friends are around me. I’ve felt their friendship, wide knowledge and opening mind. The grand library, school buildings and wide playground are very attracting to me. I am very eager to learn much knowledge quickly. In high school, I was ever called as a runner before time. Now,I know I am behind time so much in fact. I hope to catch up with the time by my hard studying. Every day, you can see me get up early, doing exercise hard and go to school the first one. At night, I am the one who leaves away the library.
For a long time,I have been seeking an answer to this:What is love and what do people want to get from love?
Once I, together with several classmates, visited a teacher who enjoyed a perfect marriage. We just wanted to know the reason for their mutual affection. The teacher smiled and said:"In fact, neither of us is perfect. It is love that brings us courage and determination to seek each other's perfection. But day by day, we were surprised to see the imperfect side. Consequently,we decided to stand out the crisis." I was so touched by his words. Although it was raining heavily outside when we left his home, I could not help feeling excited.
It was a wonderful experience, just like someone groping in the darkness suddenly catching sight of a light far away.
My parents have been sharing their time for two decades,but I never saw them quarrelling. Curious, I seized an opportunity to ask my mother. She was knitting a sweater at that moment while the rest of my family members were watching TV.When asked, she somehow flushed in the face. "Ask your Dad",she said. I went to my father and raised the same question. To my surprise , my father, who was always awesome, felt embarrassed and replied in the same way:"ask your Mom."
The difference between the answers made by the teacher and my parents totally confused me. After entering the large gardennamed "love", I was so amazed to discover that each flower was getting off her unique fragrance. I forgot what to do. I was lost.
Perhaps, love really needs no reason. How can you ask a cactus: "Why do you choose the desert rather than fertile land?"How can you ask a fig: "Why do you prefer bearing fruits to blooming?" How can you ask arose, "How can you enjoy such a calm life in the greenhouse?"... What is known to us all is merely that once be loved, a cactus can bloom ever in a desert; a figcan bear fruits without blossoming; a rose can survive calmly anywhere. When love comes to you, nothing can be impossible.
Are you still familiar with these feelings? You wake up at sunrise, you feel happy. You breathe the fresh air, you feel happy. You touch the lights sent by the sun, you feel happy. You walk on your way home, you see a sparrow, you wander in the garden... Happiness follows you everywhere. And you know,all of these were just because a fascinating smile given by him/her.
Do you still remember your first lover? We met, knew,liked, loved but at last broke up. We cannot forget the words,"I love you", "I hate you" , "forget me" and maybe someday"how are you?" , "sorry", "thank you". If God is kind enough to make you meet again, what will you say? Perhaps only the simple words above. And I think we'll say nothing but smiling.We are so grateful for what time gets us to know Love needs no reason.
Unrequited love is what? Unrequited love is a kind of no beginning, no process, no result, even if you paid a lot of, but still may not have intersection brushed past with her, but so what? Crush was just secretly like the man, see, the heart also jumped, and red in the face, even if not holding your hand and looking at your cheeks touching, no goldwind high curative value meet a sweet, and there is no if love between two long commitment; In this world, however, still never lack of secretly in love with the girl's boy in the crowd, even if the time flies, he will have been silently in that place look at this, she never leave...
July, through blue sky, hanging ball of fire like the sun, the clouds like the sun flashing, also disappeared without a trace. Normally bustling streets like twice by the atomic bomb was quiet, even common unusually lively surplus energy of the dog are lazy lie prone on the street, don't even willing to open the eyes. All people should be under this temperature in air-conditioned room, eating cold watermelon, but in the oven on the streets of a man was walking slowly.
That person is me, big sun on my head, the tarmac like risking often smoke, not heavy bags are like a mountain pressure on my shoulders, a school holiday, but this community activities, ever never are not interested in these things I have to participate in community activities was a notable increase in the number of many, to struggle together comrades all say I suddenly become an activist, I actually is not interested in these community activities as usual, especially this kind of weather makes me really hard-working the reason come to school is only a, is the inside and out, busy beautiful beautiful beautiful both inside and outside the community.
Fang Yue is just go to our school, is better in my class, arranged by the teacher in charge in my in front, when she came I was watching a old wuxia novel, because of long time lower the head a little dizzy, looked up at a distance when inadvertently saw she is walking toward me, she looks does not belong to that kind of amazing, but it is able to bear or endure look, look, she came to me a feeling of such as spring breeze, then I want to like a person is likely to be an instant happened, the glance, her beauty deeply branded in my mind, lingering.
From then on, I'll special attention to her, sheepishly ask her message, she suddenly broke into, also opened up my heart, I began to active, often wandered around her, watching her smile I will be very happy, in the dead of night to her, I think maybe that is the taste of unrequited love. Proximity for home, so I was the first to the students in the class every day, because there are several times to see her with no nutritional bread to eat, so I decided to make breakfast for her every day, after then, in the case of undetected devolved to her desk.
Remember the first time I put the breakfast on the table and then she felt wrong, return to her table in the hole, then the wind rushed out of the classroom, the people didn't come back to the half of the time, as if nothing has occurredly back seat picked up a book to read aloud, to hide his guilty, remember she hides out from under the table in the hole early after the appearance of consternation, leng leng, she picked up a book is put on the table to open a see is their own name, this is the place where his yes ah, this... Then she seemed to understand what, qiao blush with shame, I saw her do the thieves in the ear of the food in the table of the hole, I smile.
I paid a piece of paper on top of the next day, saying, "so busy every day in the morning bread to eat, learning how line? PS: I have to do, non-toxic." I smiled when she saw the note was observed. My in the mind of a stone fell, I also worry that she will be angry to a piece of paper on the ground and then you look, it seems that I want to. But as the saying goes, often walk along the river bank which have not wet shoes, in a "stealth" I secretly put breakfast was hit by a early to monitor in a dish, my darling, we monitor the famous big trumpet and natural sarcasm, let him see this is well, this is to have the rhythm of the accident. She looked at me deeply, and looked at me incoherent posed as I know you trust won't tell others, I immediately touched, thought it looks like the monitor is really be loved, in after I left after a bowed deeply to the monitor in the class, when I come back after half an hour, push the door, was a noisy classroom quiet moment, everyone in a staring at me with a different meaning, Fang Yue eyes complicated with breakfast and looked at me, see me after watching her bowed his head, suddenly I see, believe our monitor is not as good as the Chinese football team won the World Cup.
I like Fang Yue and was made public by send breakfast for her every day, I did not deny that students have found someone give Fang Yue before breakfast, but because I confidential work has been very good, this has always been a mystery, now is not, this to//www.8161830.live/pice gossip ladies in my class after class to talk about, there is a prick silk male determined after the goddess at such a time, in fact, think they said there is nothing wrong, I really don't have any outstanding in the class, the result is that, not bad not bad, there is nothing great expertise, only take shots, but also is the good word, whereas Fang Yue is generally accepted that class flower goddess, looks learning is outstanding, and I don't deserve her, the teacher also heard the wind, talk to me, I tell the teacher I like she is very calm, the teacher is the same that don't hold up learning her career at such a time, but this time, I have not left ear into the right ear out, but a serious thought, I decided to give up, while the boat is not a gentleman, but I can't take her future do I waste of capital.
From that later, I gradually withdrew from her life, no longer skulking around her, but I will still be from time to time to pay attention to her, no longer give her breakfast, class won't stare at her figure, but staring at the blackboard, did not listen, still in a daze, but what I feel more this time, I will often write her name on this, a variety of fonts, all kinds of script, cursive script, regular script, how to say this is my strong point. Once I go back, I found many people surrounded pointing at my desk, I approached a look, this is I wrote her name, the key is she incredibly also in, I get the black face take this, others a look me back immediately flee, she is the only one still standing by staring at me, I can't go to see her eyes, casual wear make up, but she does not walk, I was finally she stared at the whole body uncomfortable, twist a head to look at her, eyes crinkled eyes, her face turned red and I see her things, have to ask her: "do you have?" She pointed to my book, don't talk again, I am helpless. She finally spoke: "that... that... the you write so well, our school is going to be writing contest held by why not sign up?" Ok, I admit that I am shocked, the first half of the sentence I thought she would say what amazing things, after half sentence directly I am speechless. I casually replied: "don't want to go, boring." There used to be such a thing I will attend, but because I really don't want to go to the wrong. She said: "there are so you should go to win honor for our class good ah, as literature and art committee member you do me a favor." Words are said to this top, I can not go to? Of course not, and then she will help me to sign up before and after running.
Then after half a month of preparation I scrambled, only took a second, I wrote "I for send lang" was a "sacred" than the bottom go to, this is my new article, not skilled, otherwise will not throw away the first place, ended, as usual, the teacher praised me, I don't care, is the only thing that makes me happy Fang Yue to find I want to study calligraphy with me, then I know what is there against it? Than I have to say that Fang Yue have potential, I learn to teach her half an hour every day, because do not want to hold up her, I also don't want to anything else, just half a month, her calligraphy level is greatly improved, so the day by day passed, and my birthday also will come soon, in a twinkling of an eye for such a long time we have become very good friends, my birthday she is naturally know, birthday, the day before the class when she turned to come knocking on my desk, whispered: "tomorrow is your birthday, I give you wrote a copybook oh." I will, "show me the fast ah, look at how I wrote disciple." She said: "don't give, wait until tomorrow." By this time the teacher can't endure the decisive, knocked the table loudly say: "you two don't talk in class." Qiao she blushed turned red. The teacher a look at this, the more think we whisper in class time is in the "love".
After school called us to the office, word phone call to parents, both of us can honestly stood by, but I found that she is a bit agitated obviously, soon come on both sides of the parents, I want to explain to her mother, but her mother doesn't take a reason I, directly in the past, is swept over a pile of malicious batch, "myself to raise so much easier to you, let you of the best schools is to fall in love, you live up to me, you don't promise me how to live in the future?" Is said that the greater the sound, to finally broke, and he stood silently, don't talk, only silent tears drop by drop flow in her face, I don't speak, dull to look at her, originally I didn't know her, I saw a mountain in her shoulder, is down little by little, she can't breathe.
Not a few days after that she turned class, an assault on the class, every time passed I will see, every time I see is a pile of book up her, I thought of the day, I will quietly leave, the birthday gift, I didn't get after all... Soon after, the test finished. We are equal to move beyond the life of the first hurdles, reunion, she came back, she is said to be tested as a provincial good school, I really feel happy for her, all our classmates clink, picture frames.
That night, a lot of girls cry, big boys are brimming with smile, the in the mind still very sad, actually we were to send each other gifts of completion of studies, I also received a lot of, in the evening drink drunk, after coming home, I didn't open the gift, but pick up a copy of a look, see a no sign a big envelope, I opened it, there may be nothing in it, only a piece of paper, I picked it up and looked at it, my heart was touched, two lines of clear tears streamed moment, it's a has not some nice copybook, hornbook is still not signed, but I know who wrote it, it is because that is what I taught her. So far, I'm not received more precious gift than this.
The hornbook only ten big word... Old to multiphase forget, don't forget the lovesickness.
The definition about love always gradually changes when you turn older .It looks like a picture that the color is changing.
When you are young ,the color of love is green.It’s the feeling of light.You may be shy when you just say a simple word to the girl you love silently ,Then you’ll be happy for long time after you turn round. At that time probably you are only addicted to the sight of her back or her smile.
When you grow up slightly,the color of love is deep red.You dare to love or hate because young is the capital.you are filled of energy.When you fall in love with a pretty girl you feel you’ll give up everything including your life;yet when you hate one you’ll be completely isolated from each all your life.
As you grow older,the color of love is bronze-colored.Love become simple and you’ll pay close attention to its in-depth insight.Love is simple and fulfilling life.You prefer the one who’ll go through life together on matter you are health or ill ,on matter you are young or old. The love is only a lifetime commitment about growing old together.
Wish that all lovers in the world could be united in wedlock.
On campus, lovers can be found here and there. They are very intimate with each other sometimes. Some people think too much intimacy has a bad influence.
It takes lovers too much time and energy. Then how about their studies? Furthermore, their intimacy can aisc distract their own as well as other students‘ attention from study. Campus should be a place for study and should maintain an atmosphere of learning. On the other hand, other people believe it is OK. Pursuing love is all right to students on campus and intimacy is a natural expression of love. Some scholars of law hold that friendships and appropriate intimacy are an important pard of student development. A sociologist says, "Students‘ right to self-expression should be respected." In my opinion, what all people should do is just leave it as it is. University students are adults, and they can handle their own affairs well enough.
However, they have to admit that school is a place where people receive an education and their main task is to study. Therefore, students are expected to behave themselves in proper ways.
I searched in memory and at last found myself surprised at what was brought back. Here is what I used to be. Once, I was simply a creature of schedules. That means I was so well planned a girl that I was entirely loyal to everything arranged.Every day you caught me as busy as a diligent ant and it was true that I actually enjoy the full and colorful life led which in other's eyes was utterly a dull and routine mode. I would not make any compromises to change the plans plans about study, plans about future, and plans about love.
To some degree, I deliberately avoided being hit by the current of love for fear that it might destroy my perfectly planned life. I did not expect its arrival. I didn't expect its power so magic and influential. And I certainly didn't expect its coming accompanied with the purest feelings of blessing.
Tall, straight and shining that is my boyfriend. That was the way he came to me: "How do you do? We are from the same high school. I am two grades senior,do you know?" He greeted me in a confident and gentle manner, and his hairstyle impressed me deeply.
Later on, the life pattern which I strictly stick to has been gradually affected by his moving behaviors. None of a day will I find him absent from waiting outside my dorm to pick me up to classroom. None of a night will end without our heated and joyful chat. Gradually, I was incredibly thrown to cultivate a fresh view on the surroundings which didn't seem as burdening as expetted. I began to adjust myself to enjoy the peaceful pace of life.
And so it goes, the sweet, joyful and romantic freshman year, a year with love that changed my way to live.
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!