Love is by my side

"Red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers." The fallen flowers, hit by drizzle, fell from the flower branches, turned into a spring mud, integrated into the life of the mother flower, creating a new sprout - Love.

Love is like falling red, care for us...

From the time of the child, I lived in Shandong with my grandmother because of my mother's sake in Shanghai. I am probably a naughty child, don't like to eat, love to mess. Every time, my grandmother always chased me behind me. One hand holds the rice bowl, one hand holds the spoon, knocks it like a ring, and shouts for me to eat. I don't know how to care and love; I don't understand the love and pity between my grandmother's eyebrows; I don't even understand that the wrinkles like pine bark are the heart for me. Her voice "eat! Don't eat you again!" is not intimidation, but love. I only cried when my grandmother hit me, and the sprout of hatred spread in my heart.

In my youth, I was like a young eagle, and I always loved the world without fear.

It was an afternoon, I went home after school, because a little thing and a cousin quarreled. The more the fire became more and more fierce, it became a "real gun". I slammed my fingernails into the cousin's flesh, and the red blood flowed out of the wound, followed by a cries of hysterical crying. Grandma rushed out of the kitchen and saw this scene, and he yelled at me. In order to let me have a lesson, my grandmother hit me. However, I saw tears in her eyes that could not bear it? Did I see her shaking hands? No, I am still angry, useless hatred. Tears swirled in my eyes, and my heart groaned over and over again: "Eccentricity." Love, broken in my hatred.

A few years later, I learned that I would go to a distant and unfamiliar city, Shanghai. I am going to say goodbye to everything around me. My heart trembled fiercely as my eyes passed over the cluster of silver with sadness; my tears sprang out when my eyes passed the hardships and pains reflected by the face. When my hand passed over a pair of hands like a loofah, I realized what love is! However, it is already late, and fate separates us, one in Shandong and one in Shanghai. Her sustenance has been stitched into the dense stitches; her thoughts have been turned into my heart. When everything is lost, I understand: love is right beside me!

Love, like a seed, touches the soil and roots, sprouts, blooms and spreads around us. If you pick, please collect it. Don't refute it, the weeds of thought will entangle it; don't hurt it, the fire will drown it. The same is true for those you love, and love will always be with you.

Sixth grade: handsome handsome guy brother