Love is around

On a late autumn night, a strange voice came from the noisy car flute.

"Mom, what do you think of this word?" The little girl asked her mother. "This word reads 'love'!" Mom replied. "'Love'" the little girl repeats the mother's voice, "What is love?" The mother thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Love is - you are happy love for your parents, love is respect for your teachers, these are all It is love. It will make people feel warm and happy."

This is a white-haired old man with a cane and a slight trembling. The little girl's mother quickly got up and gave up. The girl asked: "Is the seat a kind of love?" "Of course! Letting the seat is also a kind of love that people understand each other, making love and loved ones happy." Mother replied. "Then I want to be a person with love, let others feel happy for my love!" said the girl with a smile. The mother’s eyes flashed with clear tears, and the smile on her face was still kind, but at this time her smile was more.

This story reminds me of my memories.

That summer, my mother and I went to my aunt's house to play. A bus came from a distance, and was struggling to climb forward and turn around, obviously the car was crowded with people. When I got on the bus, my thin body shuttled through the crowds of people, followed my mother's footsteps to the back door and supported the railing. Suddenly a sudden brake, unprepared, I accidentally hit the railing. I complained in my heart: How did the driver drive? Suddenly, the grandfather sitting next to me said to me: "Do the little girl do me?" I thought about it and said, "No need." But the grandfather insisted that I sit down, Labian said: "You are welcome, I am coming soon." At this time, my mother also came up to persuade the grandfather. Gradually, the persuasion of the ear gradually disappeared. I sat on the seat and wondered: The teacher often warned us to respect the old and love the young. Isn't the bus often attached to the 'old, weak, sick and pregnant'? My eyes are full of confusion, shook my head helplessly. In an instant, my afterglow just hit my mother's current, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Looking out the window, a beautiful sunset is quaint in the sky, shining under the scarlet sunset, giving the sky a golden pattern, and wearing a rose pajamas for the earth. But it can't be more beautiful and dazzling than the love of the old grandfather. The face of the old grandfather has been erased by the beauty of the setting sun, but his love is the sunset can never be blocked, the love of the grandfather has been engraved in my heart, lingering. This is the power of love.

Life is only as early as it is, but it leaves the faint aroma. Love is silent, when people look for people in the sea, they have forgotten that he is actually in our hearts. The door that has been opened but forgotten. In the crowd, I loved thousands of Baidu, and when I looked back, the love was in the dim light. The mood of the soul cannot be separated from love. The love of life is in a corner of our side. As long as we have a heart that is good at discovering, and a pair of eyes with love, we will examine the beauty of the world. In fact, love is so simple. This is the highest state of the highest shore on the other side of the soul, and it is also the so-called spiritual connotation.

Sixth grade: Moss