Friendship

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
How The World Health Organization's Easy Steps Could Combat Future Pandemics
Early Location and Fast Reaction: The main pivotal move toward engaging future pandemics is early discovery. The WHO has laid out a broad worldwide observation framework to screen and distinguish potential infection flare-ups. By teaming up with part expresses, the WHO expects to work on neighborhood capacities with regards to early advance notice and reaction frameworks. These endeavors empower brief moves to be made, for example, carrying out movement limitations, isolations, and general wellbeing intercessions, eventually limiting the spread of irresistible infections.
By Prem3 years ago in Confessions
Go forward
A mother's love such as mountains, deep and thick; A mother's love is like sunshine, illuminating my way forward; A mother's love is like spring, moist my heart; A mother's love is like... ... Speaking of a mother's love, there is a word to describe it: deep, great, dedication, selfless, give...... Yeah! Mother, ask us very little, give us a lot, how can we return to finish? The reward is endless, so from now on, we should know filial piety and respect. I still remember that spring night, there were a lot of mosquitoes, the mosquito repellent at home and just ran out, that night I slept very badly. During the night, a chill forced me to open my eyes. Oh! Is the mother, she uses the fan to drive away the mosquito, and he is suffering, see this scene, my eyes suddenly moist up... A mother's love mountain, there are many things like this: when I am confused to light the lamp; Cheer me up when I fail; Teach me modesty when I am proud; In... How can I return this deep, great and ordinary mother love? Mother! You give me warmth in the cold and snow; You in the hot summer, give me filar cool; You give me courage in the wind and rain; Are you... I know, your teachings to me, for my love, is my return, but I will work hard to give you a better future. I really appreciate it! Whether in my life path, or personal problems, it is you -- mother for me to light the way forward, let me find the light in the dark. I can't use words to describe your love for me, but I know in my heart, is clear. Every child has a mother, I thank God, gave me a unique - no two mother! How can I repay this deep maternal love?
By Antonio Young3 years ago in Confessions
Deception in Love
Once upon a time, in a picturesque village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young and charming man named Lucas. Lucas was known throughout the village for his radiant smile and captivating blue eyes. His reputation as a hopeless romantic had captured the hearts of many young women in the village, but none had ever truly won his affection.
By Qadeer Abbas3 years ago in Confessions
"The Enchanted Locket: A Journey Through Time"
Once upon a time in a small village nestled deep within the woods, lived a young woman named Amelia. She possessed an insatiable curiosity and a deep fascination with stories of adventure and magic. Her heart longed for something extraordinary to happen in her life, something that would whisk her away from the mundane routines of her everyday existence.
By Muskan Ayub3 years ago in Confessions
The grass said
High on the mountain there is a green grass, it sings happily every day, with the wind playing dance. One day, it had an idea -- I want to grow into a flower. My God, this slender green grass is dreaming of a flower, it should do? Worry makes it become listless, accidentally lowered his head to meet the land grandpa. The earth asked him, "Happy grass, why do you stop singing?" The grass said, "I want to grow into a flower so beautiful that it can be compared with the rainbow." Land grandpa smiled, "So it is so ah, have a dream, want to know how to achieve it?" The grass lowered its head again, "I only have green blood." The land opened its own body and said: "My body is very rich, iron can help your blood turn red, copper can help you turn blue, there are many, if you need to absorb it, can do something for your dream, I am very happy." The grass looked up: "Really? Thank you, Grandpa." "But there is one more important thing, which requires your own efforts until the flowers bloom," said the land. The grass opened his eager eyes: "What is it? I'm willing to work." The land grandpa slowly said: "Every morning, your body will have a night dew solidification, they take great pains to evaporate from a drop of ordinary water, liquefied to come, that process witnessed all the beautiful colors between heaven and earth, left in their memory, once the sun shines, these colors will emanate from the body of the dew. You try to absorb the colors, keep them in your memory, and come to a flower in the spring, understand?" The grass has already begun a wonderful fantasy, this is how magical! When the day is dark and bright, the grass wakes up. It notices that there is a crystal clear water on the body, but how can there be no color? Oh, the sun hasn't come up yet. The grass waited patiently, looking around at the lovely dew with pity. Slowly, the sun came out, it felt a ray of light, a twinkle, more beautiful than the rainbow. The grass intoxicated immersed in the light of the irradiation, the time passes so fast, for a while the sun up, the dew becomes small to disappear. Grass panic up: "land grandpa, you come quickly ah, small dew will disappear, how to do?" The land happily placed a little grass of the head: "little fool, they are not able to stand the sun, such as the light, they disappear. If you take good time and work hard every day, you will have beautiful flowers." The grass nodded vaguely. The next morning, the grass more cherish the little dew. It worked hard to absorb every ray of light from the dew, and filled its memory. A day passed, a week passed, a month passed... The grass suddenly found that his head grew a bud, is it the color in his body to establish a small warehouse? The breeze blows, the grass feels that they can not control these colors, they compete to send out, a petal, two petals, the bud slowly blossomed, look! In the large grass, the grass early out of a seven-color flower, more beautiful than the rainbow.
By James Cook3 years ago in Confessions
love betray
Love is a powerful emotion, and betrayal is one of the worst things that can happen in a relationship. When someone you love betrays you, it can be a devastating experience that can take a long time to heal from. It can be hard to trust again, and it can be even harder to forgive.
By Idorenyin Idongesit Sunday3 years ago in Confessions
There was once a king
"There was once a king who had a great flea. The king treated him well, better than family. The king ordered a tailor, 'Listen to me, slave! Sew a big dragon robe for my friend here. 'The flea put on his dragon robe and was covered with golden light. He jumped up and down inside and outside the palace with great dignity..." This famous "Flea Song", from the German great poet Goethe, by the Russian master Mussorgsky composed music, widely spread in the world. Nowadays, the Song of the Flea is often heard in the sparse city. It was half a month ago that a circus came to town. To tell the truth, this circus is very, very strange. There is only one person in all. He is head of the circus, deputy head of the circus, coach, music director, stage manager, lead singer, keeper, accountant, and so on. As for the performers of this circus, it is also very, very strange. Usually, all the performers and props can be contained in a box smaller than a cigarette lighter, which is called "miniature circus". Who are the performers in this "miniature circus"? Hey, you can't believe it. Actors are fleas! The miniature circus, or flea circus. The head of the team, Mr. Bouncy, is the world's unique and unprecedented flea master. He was thin and long, like a shrivelled loofah, but with large eyes that glowed like sapphires. He had a small thick black beard under his nose. The show of "Circus Miniature" is wonderful. Before each performance, Mr. Bouncy sang "The Flea Song" in a standard bass voice. After singing, to the enthusiastic applause of the audience, Mr. Bouncy began to direct the actors. However, the actors were too small to perform on a stage the size of a cigarette pack. Mr. Jumping kept humming strange music in his mouth, and the fleas jumped on the wooden horse as small as sesame seeds, shaking with the rhythm of the music, very interesting! The fleas also hold the spider silk thread and swing back and forth. The most interesting thing is that Mr. Jumping carefully made a "rickshaw" which is only half as small as a grain of rice. One flea jumps on the car, and another flea pulls the car and circles on the small stage! Since he came to the city of Lili, Mr. Bouncy has become very popular. The reporter of the Hubbub Daily interviewed Mr. Hubbub and ran a long story. The report made a sensation throughout the city. However, Mr. Bouncy refused to allow the photos of the "miniature circus" to be published, as did the request from the city's best-looking film studio, the Best-Looking TV Station. In order to be able to witness the small size of the performers and stage, no more than three people will be present at each event -- three heads occupying three sides of the small stage, and the other side, the head of Mr. Bouncy. Mr. Bouncy was very busy, going from house to house to play to the great people in the city. Unfortunately, Mr. Bouncy claimed that the little actors tired too easily and could only do one show a day. When it was over, Mr. Bouncy held out his hand and asked the little actors to jump on his arms and let them drink as much as they liked. It is said that this is to congratulate the young actors for their successful performances. At this time, the audience with great surprise, staring at the jumping Mr. Arm while walking, while sucking blood small actors...
By carla mcintyre3 years ago in Confessions