Friendship

Shattered Loyalties
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Veridian, two inseparable friends, Amelia and Ethan, forged a bond that seemed invincible. Their friendship bloomed during their college years, as they shared dreams, secrets, and adventures. They believed their connection would withstand any test thrown their way.
By Ramis Hussain3 years ago in Confessions
The Adventures of the Bitter Children
Marlowe's "The Tale of the Vagrants of Bitter Children" tells the story of a child named Remi who was stolen from childhood and was taken in by mother Barberland. In the difficult and tortuous wandering life, he is not lonely, he always has the mother Barberland who loves him as his own son; Old Vitalis, who had taught him how to be, how to read, how to sing and play; He is closely related to the "inner beauty" and Kirby; The florist father who selflessly took him in; There was the Beautiful girl who loved him; There was the lovely Marcia who shared his joys and sorrows; And Mrs. Milligan, who had taken him in by chance... .. ... Finally, he found his own biological parents and lived a happy life. From this, I think of grandpa Zhang Leping wrote "Sanmao Waifings", Sanmao is not only that only long three hair of the little boy, he is just as good as Remi, righteous and brave, smart and witty! After reading this childhood adventure story, my heart has a voice in the reverberation: to try their best to help those who need help at any time, to always have a grateful heart! The Adventures of the Bitter Children is not so much the story of a abandoned child's adventures as the song of a wanderer in search of happiness!
By alan sparks3 years ago in Confessions
Hard spring
The four seasons have their own characteristics: the spring of birds and flowers; The scorching sun of summer; A crisp autumn; A snowy winter. In the cycle of four seasons, what I love is spring! Spring is definitely a canvas stained with the color of life. New green, bright green, fresh green, green, full of green ah, gentle with our sight. And the star like flashing a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, a little bit of purple ah, also surprised our eyes. So, began to walk in spring. Stepping on her soft soil, just know the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season comes, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, and give life a change of attitude. Spring, is definitely a full of life bustling picture scroll. Whether out of the ground, or budding; Whether it stretches slowly, or flows slowly; Whether it is quiet, or the nightingale whispers, as long as the season of the old man to open the curtain of spring, they will use their own unique way, here the magic of the natural show of vitality. So, began to roam in the spring. Covered with soft spring, let slightly sweet wind, passing from the side. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. Will also feel that nature is a strange mother, she chose in the depression of all things at the end of the winter, will be a variety of life out, let them step on the most gentle wisp of spring, embrace, bring infinite vitality to the world. In a flash, winter is gone, and spring has crept into the world. Spring, is a beautiful season, is full of poetic season; Spring, also means a vibrant start. Since ancient times, poets love spring, praise spring, because spring scenery is pleasant, everywhere can enter poetry. Walking in the garden of ancient poems, we can see Wing Chun poems colorful and colorful. It is dizzying. We pick a few flowers at will and read them slowly.
By brianna bradford3 years ago in Confessions
I drank water
The real basis for people to judge your ability is not how much stuff you have in your head, but your actions. People trust people with their feet on the ground. They think: This person can say and do something, and must know how to do it best. I have yet to hear anyone praised for not bothering others, not taking action or waiting for orders to do something. Those who lead in business and government are very able and hard-working people who take 100 percent initiative. Those who stand on the sidelines will never lead. Whether it's spontaneous or passive, it's habit. Habit is like a rope, we weave a rope every day, finally it is too thick to break. The rope of habit will either lead us to the peak or the trough, depending on the habit or the bad habit. Bad habits can make or break us. They are easy to develop but difficult to maintain. Good habits are hard to form, but easy to maintain.How far can you go in one night? You may have already started to think about this problem! Yes, there have been many nights that we have missed, and fewer and fewer nights to grasp. But we never seem to think about what time means to us in this light, what it means to miss a night, and what it means to seize it. When I read this story, I almost shed tears, because I also went through such years in the days before I entered the re-study class. I am very glad that I have a chance to start again after missing, it is this time to grasp the fate of my life. What changes can you make in one night? I failed the college entrance exam that year and I was in a bad mood. I want to go out to work to earn more money for my parents, maybe that can make up for my guilt to them. Dad said, "Let's wait till we're done with the fields." By then the wheat had been harvested, but my mother had fallen ill and there was still a patch of corn left in our house. During the night there was a good rain. It was a good time to plant corn. At noon the next day, Dad and I set out. Seeds in a plastic bucket, my father dug pit I point seeds, each pit two seeds. The sun of the fifth lunar month seems to take all the rain back last night, the ground is hot like a steamer, I sweat, my father is also breathing heavily. By the time the sun went down I was exhausted and my mouth was dry. We've run out of seed with four ridges to plant. I said to my father with a sigh of relief that it was getting dark. Let's call it a day and bring seeds tomorrow. Baba said nothing, hid his hoe in the straw-pile in the field, and we went home.I said to my father with a sigh of relief that it was getting dark. Let's call it a day and bring seeds tomorrow. Baba said nothing, hid his hoe in the straw-pile in the field, and we went home. When I got home, I drank water and lay down comfortably on the kang to have a good sleep. However, I saw my father was making corn seeds again. I asked if the seeds weren't going to be planted until tomorrow. What good is preparation now? Dad laughed and said that the field must be planted tonight or the harvest will fail. I can't believe it. Isn't it just one night away? Dad said we dozed off and it would be over in a night, but the seeds planted don't sleep, and planting the corn rice in the same plot overnight can make a big difference in yield. Seeing my doubts, my father pointed to the corn hanging under the eaves and said, you see, these and the storage are the harvest of this land, before and after a day. I picked up the corn ear under the eaves compared with the store, about 3 cm short! I took a few more comparisons, without exception, the size of the corn under the eaves is generally small! It turned out that last year, this field had not finished sowing, but suddenly it rained and could not work. The five ridges at the north end of the field were planted a day later than the other plots. I was stunned by the fact. Baba said that when the large fields of corn put on their ears at the same time, the later rows had not yet put on their ears and had missed the best pollination period, so the harvest was much worse. What a difference a day makes. A night and a day is only a moment for us human beings, but for a rice whose life cycle is only 70 days, it is indeed a long time. Isn't our seemingly long life as short as a seed? If we didn't try to catch up, we would be like corn under the eaves. That evening, my father and I went back to the field and planted the whole field. By the time we got home, the sky was already full of stars.
By Andrea Wortham3 years ago in Confessions
Leading figure
The head of the dragonfly is round, with two big round black and bright eyes, beautiful, chest with two pairs of wings, wings are transparent light yellow, today, I look out from the window of the living room, found that there are many dragonflies outside, there are a few stopped on the wire in front of me. Long so big, I have never carefully looked at the dragonfly, the original dragonfly is so beautiful! Its body section by section, like bamboo round, very beautiful. Mother told me, dragonfly is arthropod, body split head, chest, abdomen three parts...... So I carefully observed a dragonfly: dragonfly head round, with two big round black and bright eyes, very beautiful, chest with two pairs of wings, wings are transparent light yellow, the above pair is from narrow to wide longer, the following pair is from wide to narrow shorter; On the chest grew three pairs of feet, thin and segmented; Its abdomen is slender, orange back, abdominal black, you see, it is like a small plane, is standing on the wire with the thin feet! I was fascinated by the dragonflies flying or sitting on the wires. Suddenly, without knowing why, they flew away in droves.
By Darnelius Ollie3 years ago in Confessions
The fairy watches the flowers
Friendship is the warm sun in winter, friendship is the stream in the forest, friendship is the oasis in the desert. In life, we can't live without friendship. Last summer vacation, I followed my mother back to grandma's home. At Grandma's house, I often play with cats and dogs, often ride a bike around, often go to the wetland park to play. Although life is very rich, but my heart feels empty, as if something is missing, not happy at all. Sometimes I accidentally think of the time with my classmates. It's time to go back to Shanghai. On the way, I couldn't wait to call Xiao Xin: "Xiao Xin, I can come back at about 3:10 this afternoon, you can come to my home to play, OK?" 'Good! After talking on the phone, I looked forward to seeing my friends and couldn't wait to fly home. When I got home, I took out my hometown specialty and shared it with her. She also brought something to me. Although our things are not particularly rare, nor particularly delicious, but we eat with relish, because we taste is a feeling, its name is friendship. When I went to school, I saw my classmates who had been separated for a long time. I felt a lot of intimacy rising. During the break, the students got together, some took out the photos taken during the travel, some talked about the fun of the summer vacation. Everyone you a word, I a language, chattering non-stop, happy and happy days are back. I wonder what people's lives will be like without friendship. But I know this: without friendship, my life will lose luster; Without friendship, my life will become dull. I will cherish the friendship now.
By maria generoso3 years ago in Confessions
Laugh and laugh
The other day, I had a fight with him. The other day, I quarreled with my best friend. We play together at noon, a play is a morning, to 2:30, now it is too late to take the bus to school, my father hurried to drive a motorcycle to send me to school, also took my friend. I was furious and thought, Why would I want to go with him? I can't stay calm. To the school, he got out of the car, ran into the school, I also chased up, asked him a few words, I found his eyes red, ready to cry, "don't make a noise!" He shouted loudly. I fought with him, and after a while he stopped, turned and went back to the classroom. His classmate saw him and asked, "What's wrong with you?" He cried, I cried, I went back to the classroom, quietly sat on the seat... I looked out the window, there was no sign of him playing hacky sack in the playground, I secretly ran to his classroom to see him, did not find him, I returned to the classroom, a classmate said to me: "Your friend just came to you!" He also came to me, our hearts corresponding ah! I asked him out to meet me on Saturday and Sunday, and he came, and we had a little conversation." I'm sorry!" "He said to me. I'm sorry I should have said that! "I said excitedly. They say that even money can't buy friendship. Yes, we should cherish friendship, friendship is a knife, will break the stone in my heart; Friendship is a lamp that lights up the darkness in my heart; Friendship, is a huge box, harvest happiness, also share happiness. Find a friend in a sea of people? Having trouble finding a bosom friend? It's even harder! But all these meet, as if God arranged, let you inadvertently get a precious friendship, see you are willing to cherish...... The power of friendship is powerful! See if you are willing to cherish!
By sarah thompson3 years ago in Confessions
A lonely man
A father is a bunch of sunshine in the winter, always shining on my body, let me feel very warm. I remember once, my father and I were playing in the park. I forgot to run around the flower bed, suddenly, the sky began to drizzle, my forehead was soon wet by the rain. I immediately ran to my father, anxious to say: "Dad, dad, it's raining!" Dad wiped the rain on my face with clothes and said: "Then we go home." Dad took my little hand and ran back immediately. Running, running, the more the rain, I have been sweating. Rain and sweat mixed together, the clothes completely soaked, clinging to my body, very uncomfortable. I couldn't run. I stood there, panting. I was sad to see that my father had run away. As if sensing that I was gone, my father slowed down and shouted, "Where are you, son?" I shouted as hard as I could, "I'm behind you." Dad turned his head, saw me exhausted, quickly ran over, said: "So tired ah, I will carry you." Dad can't help but put me to the back, firmly hook my legs, fast to go home. Suddenly, a warm current poured into my. In my heart. After a while, I suddenly wanted to sneeze. I held my nose in my hand and tried to hold it back. But Sneeze this bad guy did not listen to my words, "A-choo, a-choo" hit two. My father heard me sneeze, quickly put me down, three times two of his coat off, over my body. I looked down and tears burst out of my eyes. Home, dad also let me take a bath, after his wash, I looked at my father trembling, the heart was very moved. A father's love is the most precious thing in the world! When I grow up, I must repay my father.
By FACIONDA WASHINGTON3 years ago in Confessions
Beautiful weather
If I were a bird, then father's love is the sky, I fly in the father's care. If I were a boat, then father's love is the ocean, I cruise in the warmth of the father's love. Once, the teacher asked us to go home and make a mind map. As soon as I got home, I called my father to help me complete the thinking map, but my father said: "their own things to do, dad has something!" Hearing this, I ran angrily to my room. I think: you help me now, I can forgive you. But I ushered in is "bang", that is the sound of closing the door, dad not only did not help me, but also out. I sullenly worked on my mind map, but I couldn't do it halfway through. I was sad to think: hum, dad must not love me, must ignore me. The more I think of gas, all of a sudden rushed to bed will "Wah wah" cry, cry for a while I fell asleep. When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and saw a complete mental map on my desk. I wondered: How could there be a mind map? Could it be my father? No, it can't be him. I must be dreaming. And he pinched his own thigh. "Oh, it hurts." I said loudly, the voice alarmed my father, father quickly ran to my room. The father looked flustered and asked, "Son, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing," I said with a sheepish smile. "Dad helped you with your mind map." Dad pointed to the picture on the table. "But aren't you out? I heard the door close." I asked incredulously. "I went and bought you the tools." A father is a mountain, let your body and mind even under wind, frost, rain and thunder, but also calm and stable.
By KATHY RICHARDS3 years ago in Confessions
Whispered Hearts
Once upon a time in a small picturesque town called Willowbrook, there lived two individuals named Emily and Daniel. Emily was a vibrant and creative soul, with flowing red hair and sparkling green eyes. She possessed a free spirit and an infectious laughter that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. Daniel, on the other hand, was a charming and kind-hearted gentleman, with a warm smile and gentle demeanor that put everyone at ease.
By Salamullah Khatti3 years ago in Confessions
Sternness in one's mind
In my impression, I was very afraid of my father, maybe because he rarely around me. If I want my dad to take me out to play, I believe it can only be a miracle. Sometimes, watching other people's father, mother with classmates to play, I think my father in my side will be more happy. During the summer vacation, my father turned a deaf ear to my fever, which made me feel the lack of a father's love. At noon that day, I lay in bed watching TV, but the more I lay, the more uncomfortable, dizzy and painful. I called my mother and let her touch my forehead. Mother touch, without a word called me to the clinic. I have a fever. Mom also called dad, let dad also come over, dad promised: good, good, good! My mother sat in the clinic, but looked out of the door every now and then. I know. Dad won't come. Mother made a phone call, father said on the way, but wait for a long time also did not see my father to come, I also play brine, mother paid the money and said to me: go, your father will not come. He hung out with his friends all day and left us in the dust. After coming home, grandma called to let me go to her to play, but I know I have a fever, she called grandpa, grandma together. As soon as Grandma came in, she asked: Why didn't her father come? I called. I've been waiting for an hour. Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to their conversation in the room. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up, Mom told me that Dad had been here. I said to myself: come, come, anyway, don't care about me. Later, my mother went on a business trip, and my father would come to my grandmother to see me. But every time he came, I ignored him and didn't even call out to my father. Although my father does not usually care about me, I will not care about it, I just hope that my father and mother can live together as before, and give me a warm home.
By louis wright3 years ago in Confessions
You can't drink ice
Life is a sea of love, everyone is breathing love, feel love; Life is like a night sky, in the meteor flash wonderful moment, people feel the magnificent beauty; Life is like a trickle of water, in the wonderful moment of wearing stone, people feel insist on the beauty, all this can not escape a word - love. That day, the sun, like a naughty doll, came to my face to wake me up. I stretched, slowly opened my eyes, looked around, dressed and woke up my father, as usual dad like a cow to send me to learn. We take electric cars and walk on the road of learning. I kicked off and grabbed my dad's clothes. After getting on the car but accidentally kicked dad, he did not say a word, we are ready to start. Electric car like cheetah like running in the street, my hair was blown like seaweed general left and right swing, I try harder to hold on to my father, afraid he was frozen into an old Popsicle, because the wind was blocked by my father, so my father became my shield. I looked up and Dad saw that his teeth were starting to fight, his mouth was spitting hot air, and his face was turning purple and red. It hurt. So even if, the sky also under the raindrops like countless bullets, but dad still let me into his clothes, although my body such as ice, but my heart is hot. Father is a mountain, every inch of soil is to provide me with nutrition; Father is a haven, whenever the wind and rain hit, for me shelter; Father is a bird's nest, waiting for me this playful bird, have a home to return to.
By THERESA MILLER3 years ago in Confessions