About affection (1)

Gently, the leaves said goodbye to the tree, which is not heartless, but true love.

In spring, the big tree is pregnant with me. I am happy to enjoy the warm spring and grow up carefree. I tell the big tree quietly that I am full of hope for tomorrow.

In summer, I greedily suck the nectar of nature, because I have a firm belief in my heart, I want to work hard, for the hope in spring, for the hope to work hard, I have no regrets, even in the event of heavy rain and wind, I will not be afraid, because big trees are always my strongest backing.

The rustling autumn has finally arrived. Looking at my past happiness and efforts, I am not afraid. I will never be the one who sighs with sorrow, because I still have one important thing to do, which is to do what I should do - repay the tree.

"Falling red is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud and protects flowers." I gently fall and happily fall into the embrace of the earth with the accompaniment of the rustling autumn wind. I smile and am happy in the soil.

In this way, I bid farewell to the big tree that gave birth to me. This is the beginning of repayment. I will never be separated from you when turned into earth. You are the continuation of my life value.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, which is not only a cycle of natural circulation, but also the friendship between green leaves and roots!

Fallen leaves to pursue at the cost of life, hard work, hard work, just for that gratitude, the moment it landed, it had already understood that all this is worthwhile, the efforts and hard work once was to better repay today, if you do not take this as a driving force, then there will be no such beautiful ending today.

The fallen leaves in the soil are talking with the roots, telling her happiness, her no regrets

About affection (2)

In the setting sun, the lights were lit in the simple meals of each family. In the warmth before the darkness came, the old men and women were talking about their own trivial things in the open space in front of the community. He just stood and listened, a wry smile emerging from the wrinkles carved on his face over the years. The white washed shirt is out of place with the laughing crowd.

It is said that he is an old man from the countryside. People called him, but he always smiled and shook his head. His children wanted him to enjoy the peace and happiness, and they took him into the city, but he still seemed so withdrawn and headstrong.

I often see him standing by the wall, looking at the clouds of his hometown in the west. I think, in his eyes, the sunset glow is like the dreamy and romantic land of his hometown. In loneliness, there is a kind of sadness that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

He is poor and a little shy. He basked in the sun. Instead of drinking Longjing and lying on a rocking chair as others did, he sat on the edge of the field, on the curb, playing with sentiment in his hands and breathing the cool shade of trees. At this time, his turbid eyes showed a calm, as if he saw green wheat fields and golden sunshine.

His children only showed up once and argued with the old man about something. Finally, they could not resist his request and finally agreed.

The old man finally went home. I think he probably walked on the dusty country road again, talking and laughing at the village entrance, bustling in the fields, and staying with the hometown where he was born and raised.

In the setting sun, the laughter is still the same, and the heat is stubbornly steaming, which brings a wisp of confusion. At this moment, here, in the horizon, in other places, how many people are homesick?

In a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, on big trees and beside small villages, leaves are shining green, because they know that they will always stay with the trees. Even if it is taken away by the wind, it will return to the foot of the root and fall asleep in the arms of its mother, with a sweet smile on its lips.

About affection (3)

Grandpa's tomb is on the mountain. When we arrived at the tomb, my mother first placed plates of vegetables, then inserted incense candles, and let us come to worship one after another. Whenever I come to my grandfather's grave, I remember his kind smile clearly.

How gentle my grandfather was! Whenever I am happy to come to his house, he will enthusiastically say: "Little hair, come and have a look, this lobster is really big, this is for you!" When grandpa shows his kind and gentle smile, the wrinkles on his forehead will be compacted together, making people feel very happy and warm. During Grandpa's illness, he struggled with the disease every day, but he insisted on showing his smiling face and didn't let his family worry about him. Until the day of his death, Grandpa still had a sweet smile on his face, which I still can't forget.

"It's time to go home!" My mother's words brought me back to reality from memory, and I had to leave reluctantly. However, Grandpa's smile has always been printed in my heart.