After reading «Love is Sharing» in the China Youth Daily, I was deeply touched. It tells us that love is the most simple feeling. It is not divided into ethnic groups, regardless of region, regardless of age, and even more rich and poor. As long as you have love in your heart, you will find that all the people around you and everything is especially good.
In fact, sharing is a kind of happiness. However, many small partners do not know how to share, I used to be like this.
Since I gave birth to my younger brother, my mother and my younger brother took care of my brother all day. I think that my brother took away my mother’s love for me. Therefore, I always marry him. Sometimes, when I saw him crying, I was still gloating, let alone hugged him. But after reading «Love is Sharing,» I fell into meditation and felt that I was too selfish. When I was young, I got the wholehearted love of my mother. The maternal love that my brother got today is shared by both of us. The more I think about it, the more I think I feel sorry for my brother. I decided to give my brother more love. When my mother was absent, I took care of my younger brother carefully and carefully; when he was sick, I told him to take medicine; when he was angry, I gave him toys and made him laugh… From the process of caring for his younger brother, I also got a lot of happy. Now, my brother is getting closer and closer to me. Whenever I see me, he always reaches out to ask for a hug; when I am leaving, he does not forget to shake my hand and say goodbye to me; when I am angry or worried, he will always sweetly I smiled. Whenever this time, I feel particularly happy. I deeply understand that as long as you give others love, then you will also share the love of others.
I used to be a full-fledged nemesis with a neighbor’s little friend. We don’t give up, there are good things and we don’t want to share. As a result, our relationship has almost deteriorated into an enemy. Once, I went to school and saw that I saw him. I glared at him and quickly ran downstairs, deliberately avoiding him. Because I ran too fast, I fell to the ground and my knees were bleeding. At this time, he came over. I thought to myself: Hey, I want to bully me, no way! Just when I wanted to deal with his bullying, I didn’t expect him to reach out and lift me up and ask me with concern: «Is it serious?» He took me to his house and helped me rub the medicine. I was moved to tears. Soon we became a good friend. At that time, I felt that love is a good medicine to resolve hatred.
what! Everyone loves being loved, and everyone wants to be loved. Love is not a request, but a giving, but a sharing. When we can give others love, invisible, we will also get the return of love. When we can love others, our lives have power.
