Love

Everyone has their own life, but have you ever thought about your own love of life? Have you ever wondered why you love life? Have you ever wanted to overheat the importance of loving life?

Yes, I thought about it. That's because I saw such a story, the title of this story is "My Broken Arm Father." The content of the story is this: my father has only one hand, and the country issued a disability certificate, allowing no agricultural taxes and public food. But the father said: "Although the state has given care, the disabled have to do their part to share the difficulties of the country!" Therefore, he insists on making the same with everyone every year, and he pays early and has good quality. Last May, the weather was as hot as a fire. The wheat is already cooked, and I am secretly groaning, but my father has a well-thought-out saying, "Cut the wheat today!" After the wheat field, the father used his legs and feet to make a hand cut. Then use the toes and the other heel to pile the straw together. Near noon, my father was so tired that he was sweating. I think: my father must be thirsty. So I sneaked back home. When I brought the water back, I couldn’t help but be surprised. My father had cut a lot of wheat. I went up to let my father drink water and cut it, and he said, "You drink first, wait for me to cut the wheat and drink it." This is my broken arm father.

The story is over here. Do you see the spirit of self-respect, self-reliance and self-reliance in him like me, and see the wishes and will of thousands of disabled people. But what I finally saw was not these but the meaning of life.

Guangdong Zhongshan 56 first grade: lwk123456