愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文【熱】
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文1
一個(gè)周末，我早早地起了床，吃完早飯，我和媽媽商量好，今天我自己去買(mǎi)書(shū)，我懷揣著一百元錢(qián)，搭上公交車(chē)，來(lái)到書(shū)店門(mén)前，剛想進(jìn)去，我被一陣嘈雜聲給吸引住了。我順著嘈雜聲走去，只見(jiàn)一位衣衫襤褸的農(nóng)民老大爺坐在臺(tái)階上傷心地哭著，周?chē)鷩艘蝗喝苏咦彀松嗟刈h論著。后來(lái)一打聽(tīng)，原來(lái)這位老大爺每天起早貪黑地騎著三輪車(chē)進(jìn)城賣(mài)菜，一大早，有一位中年婦女買(mǎi)了他十幾斤菜，老大爺高興得不得了，最后才發(fā)現(xiàn)，自己收的一百元是假鈔，看到自己辛辛苦苦種的菜，卻打水漂了，大爺傷心不已。
我感到非常氣憤，人家老大爺進(jìn)城賣(mài)點(diǎn)菜多不容易，買(mǎi)菜的人竟然這樣坑騙老大爺，真是丟了我們福清人的臉。
我覺(jué)得老大爺很可憐，剛想把買(mǎi)書(shū)的錢(qián)給老大爺，可是一想：把錢(qián)全給了老大爺，我就沒(méi)錢(qián)買(mǎi)書(shū)了。但是看到老大爺傷心的樣子，我的心里也不好受，算了，書(shū)可以下次再買(mǎi)，可愛(ài)心是買(mǎi)不到的。我當(dāng)即把一百元錢(qián)遞給了那位老大爺。老大爺愣了一下，對(duì)我連聲說(shuō)“謝謝”，周?chē)鷩^的大人連聲稱(chēng)贊我！隨后大家都自覺(jué)地掏出錢(qián)，你五十，我一百……不一會(huì)兒，大爺手上捧了一大把錢(qián)，有些大媽直接把大爺剩下的菜都買(mǎi)走了，看到這個(gè)場(chǎng)面，大爺感動(dòng)得老淚縱橫。我也很感動(dòng)，看來(lái)世上還是好人比較多。
我想起了《愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)》這首歌：如果人人都獻(xiàn)出一點(diǎn)愛(ài)，世界就會(huì)變成美好的人間……
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文2
有一個(gè)人幾十年如一日地把自己掙得錢(qián)全部捐獻(xiàn)給教育事業(yè)，而且這些錢(qián)都是自己辛辛苦苦一腳一腳踏三輪車(chē)攢起來(lái)的，很不可思議吧！這就是感動(dòng)中國(guó)的白芳禮爺爺。
今天，老師給我們讀了一篇寫(xiě)白芳禮爺爺?shù)奈恼隆恶勗谌嗆?chē)上的豐碑》。當(dāng)老師讀到“報(bào)紙往地上一鋪，磚頭往報(bào)紙上一放，帽子往臉上一蓋，這便是白芳禮老人睡覺(jué)前的全部準(zhǔn)備工作…”這句話時(shí)，我感覺(jué)到淚水在眼框內(nèi)打轉(zhuǎn)。白芳禮爺爺為了貧困的孩子能上學(xué)，自己令愿露宿街頭，把攢下來(lái)的錢(qián)供孩子們念書(shū)，誰(shuí)看了不會(huì)感動(dòng)呢?現(xiàn)在有些大老板，一捐都是幾百萬(wàn)、幾千萬(wàn)，乃至上億的，雖說(shuō)錢(qián)都是自己掙的，可他們掙錢(qián)可比白芳禮爺爺容易的多了。再看看現(xiàn)在的小孩，買(mǎi)起東西都是幾十塊的，可貧困的孩子呢？別說(shuō)買(mǎi)東西了，就連學(xué)都上不起，多可憐啊！
聽(tīng)了《駝在三輪車(chē)上的豐碑》這篇文章以后，我的心情十分復(fù)雜，有對(duì)貧困學(xué)生的同情，有對(duì)白芳禮爺爺?shù)木磁濉Ｎ乙院笠欢ㄒ?jié)約，把自己的零花錢(qián)、舊衣服、文具捐給貧困學(xué)生。我也想長(zhǎng)大后當(dāng)一名教師，到貧困地區(qū)無(wú)償為孩子們上課，繼續(xù)白芳禮爺爺為教育事業(yè)獻(xiàn)身的精神!
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文3
“只要人人都獻(xiàn)出一點(diǎn)愛(ài),世界將變成美好的人間”隨著歌聲,我不禁想起了抗震救災(zāi)時(shí)的情景。
20xx年5月12日，一場(chǎng)突如其來(lái)的大地震襲擊了四川省汶川縣，頓時(shí)消息就隨著網(wǎng)絡(luò) 、電視 、報(bào)紙等途徑傳遍了整個(gè)中國(guó)乃至整個(gè)世界。當(dāng)時(shí)我正在看午間新聞，一會(huì)兒一個(gè)場(chǎng)景令我們一家人都驚呆了——“地震來(lái)了”下午，我到了學(xué)校，到了班里，學(xué)生們都在議論這見(jiàn)事，到了第二天我們學(xué)校開(kāi)校務(wù)會(huì)，校長(zhǎng)說(shuō)：“昨天汶川發(fā)生了大地震，今天我們就到了表示我們愛(ài)心的時(shí)候了，我希望全體師生獻(xiàn)出自己的愛(ài)心，明天下午把所要捐的東西交上來(lái)寄過(guò)去。”放學(xué)了，不知怎么，每個(gè)學(xué)生都與過(guò)去不同，都急忙忙的回家了，或許是早早的準(zhǔn)備所捐的東西了吧，那首歌唱的好“要一愛(ài)到底”。
到家了，我把我的零花錢(qián)全拿了出來(lái)，把我穿得小的衣服，鞋……都找了出來(lái)，到了第二天早上，我拿到了學(xué)校，也看到其他學(xué)生拿的大包小裹的，心里感到非常高興，到了下午，師生們都聚集在五星紅旗下，把所有的物品都放在了地上，然后派人裝在車(chē)上，那個(gè)場(chǎng)景實(shí)在是令人記憶猶心哪，一共裝了10輛車(chē)，我們學(xué)校才900人不到……過(guò)了幾天我看電視，看到我們唐山有一個(gè)人居然捐了10萬(wàn)多元，我感到十分驚訝，他說(shuō)他是在30年以前的唐山大地震被人們救出來(lái)的一個(gè)孤兒，他十分感激，所以捐了他近所有的積蓄，我十分感動(dòng)。
5月19日，全國(guó)人民哀悼日，那天，我們升半旗，并且默哀3分鐘，在這3分鐘里，5月12日那天的情景不斷涌入腦海，淚水沖洗了我的臉頰 ……都到了快7月份的時(shí)候，還有人進(jìn)行捐款，這世界上的愛(ài)是多么的無(wú)私，多么的偉大啊！……………………
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文4
“人間處處有真情，人人都要獻(xiàn)愛(ài)心。”在今年暑假期間，我親眼目睹了很多獻(xiàn)愛(ài)心的事情，那些事令我感動(dòng)，讓我欣慰。
剛放暑假的時(shí)候，那時(shí)候是7月初，天氣已經(jīng)比較炎熱了。我家的服裝店開(kāi)在中心菜市場(chǎng)的對(duì)面，我到店里玩的時(shí)候，經(jīng)常能看到那些為了生計(jì)而奔波的騎黃包車(chē)的叔叔、拉手拉車(chē)的大伯、清掃大街的阿姨以及那些賣(mài)菜的爺爺奶奶，在炎熱的天氣里，他們干活的時(shí)候，豆大汗珠從額頭上、臉喜歡系拿俺觥⑷緩蠡?洌?置俺鲇只?洌?媸切量唷C患柑歟?頤塹昵懊婢統(tǒng)魷至艘徊θ耍??竊諛搶鍔枇爍雋偈碧?唬?用刻煸縞9點(diǎn)到下午3點(diǎn)，在最熱的時(shí)間段為那些辛苦工作的人免費(fèi)提供涼茶，那一大碗一大碗的普普通通涼茶，在這個(gè)時(shí)候就象久旱的.甘露，就象雪中送來(lái)的炭火，給路人平添了一份溫暖，一份感動(dòng)。
有一天，一輛轎車(chē)經(jīng)過(guò)這個(gè)臨時(shí)攤位，車(chē)主像是趕了很長(zhǎng)路的樣子，一臉疲倦，一名義工看到了，她主動(dòng)端了碗涼茶遞到駕駛員的手上，令車(chē)主很是感動(dòng)，連聲道謝。沒(méi)過(guò)幾天，這個(gè)車(chē)主又返回了這個(gè)免費(fèi)涼茶點(diǎn)，只見(jiàn)他打開(kāi)汽車(chē)后備箱，天吶!這后備箱里裝了整整一車(chē)廂的冰紅茶，原來(lái)他是個(gè)大老板，那天喝了涼茶后，很受感動(dòng)，所以飲水思源，他買(mǎi)來(lái)一車(chē)廂的冰紅茶免費(fèi)給路人解暑，以盡他的心意，這個(gè)場(chǎng)面真是感人，讓我想起了《愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)》這首歌里唱的歌詞：只要人人都獻(xiàn)出一點(diǎn)愛(ài)，世界將變成美好的人間。
這就是愛(ài)的最好詮釋。
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文5
記得在我的幼兒園畢業(yè)留言簿中，有一頁(yè)是媽媽給我的留言：所有的話都寫(xiě)在一個(gè)大“愛(ài)”字里，那個(gè)愛(ài)像太陽(yáng)放射著光芒。媽媽說(shuō)，我是在愛(ài)中長(zhǎng)大的，被愛(ài)包圍著的孩子是最幸福的。我說(shuō)那為什么要放射出光芒呢?媽媽說(shuō)，愛(ài)是互相的，你得到了愛(ài)，同樣也要愛(ài)別人，那樣才能像歌中唱的那樣——讓世界充滿(mǎn)愛(ài)!
是啊，愛(ài)是相互的，愛(ài)更是需要奉獻(xiàn)的。有這樣一個(gè)生動(dòng)的故事，它講的是一名小女孩照顧媽媽的事，這個(gè)故事使我一生受益。聽(tīng)了它，我相信你也會(huì)被深深的感動(dòng)。這個(gè)故事發(fā)生在蘇格蘭，在一個(gè)春意盎然的清晨，一個(gè)小女孩沒(méi)有像其它孩子那樣盡情享受童年時(shí)光，而是在廚房里忙碌著，給生病的媽媽做飯。她的媽媽生病殘疾了，她每天早早起來(lái)做家務(wù)，還要到集市上去賣(mài)菜，賺錢(qián)為媽媽治病，這一切都是為了媽媽能早日康復(fù)。
曾經(jīng)有一天，她媽媽哭泣著對(duì)她說(shuō)：“都是我害了你，你為我付出了一切，你不要再管我了，離開(kāi)我去尋找你的幸福吧。”可是女兒卻說(shuō)：“不行，你知道失去了父親是多么難過(guò)嗎?難道您還想讓我再失去媽媽嗎?……”說(shuō)完哭著跑出了簡(jiǎn)陋無(wú)比的小木屋。以后無(wú)論媽媽說(shuō)什么，小女孩都始終堅(jiān)信：憑我的努力，一定能把媽媽的病治好。
女孩漸漸的長(zhǎng)大，奇跡真的發(fā)生了，她媽媽的病竟然慢慢的好了起來(lái)，可以下地走動(dòng)了。小女孩為生病的母親付出了最天真爛漫的童年和如花似玉的青春，換來(lái)的是一種人世間最可貴的親情——母女情。
讀完這個(gè)故事，我熱淚盈眶，有人說(shuō)母愛(ài)是最偉大的，但有一種愛(ài)和母愛(ài)同樣的偉大，那就是子女對(duì)父母的愛(ài)，這種親情是一輩子都難以割舍的。回到現(xiàn)實(shí)中，看到我的父母一天天的容顏漸老，在我的成長(zhǎng)旅途中無(wú)私地為我奉獻(xiàn)著青春，金錢(qián)，還有最可貴的愛(ài)，我忽然想反思一下，我這么大了，上小學(xué)五年級(jí)了，我為他們做了什么?我只有發(fā)奮讀書(shū)，將來(lái)成就一翻事業(yè)，為父母奉獻(xiàn)我的一份孝心，一份愛(ài)。同時(shí)，我還要幫助更多的人，奉獻(xiàn)我的愛(ài)心，讓世界充滿(mǎn)愛(ài)!
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文6
5月12日，四川汶川出現(xiàn)了7.8級(jí)大地震。至現(xiàn)在為止，死亡和失蹤的人已經(jīng)有5萬(wàn)多了，有的人被餓死、渴死、冷死、壓死。聽(tīng)說(shuō)這次地震比唐山大地震還厲害。為了幫助他們，全中國(guó)人民有力獻(xiàn)力，有錢(qián)出錢(qián)。電視上說(shuō)，有一位徐老師為了救出最后一位學(xué)生，她用身體把他擋住，他還活著，而徐老師死了。電視上說(shuō)有一個(gè)小男孩，他對(duì)救援人員說(shuō)：“叔叔，我還挺得住，你先去救他們吧。”電視上還說(shuō)，有一個(gè)救援人員剛要再次鉆進(jìn)廢墟堆里，但別人對(duì)他說(shuō)：“余震又要來(lái)了，房子又要倒塌了了，別去了。”但他說(shuō)：“請(qǐng)你們?cè)僮屛胰ゾ纫粋�(gè)吧，我還能救一個(gè)。”電視上還有許多相似的事跡，感動(dòng)了十三億中國(guó)人，也感動(dòng)了我。所以，我捐了二百元，從我的儲(chǔ)蓄罐里。雖然錢(qián)數(shù)很少，但這也是我小小的心意。我想我的一枚硬幣，可以為災(zāi)區(qū)送上一瓶礦泉水或一塊餅干，我想我的一百元可以買(mǎi)一把鐵鍬……只要人人都獻(xiàn)出一點(diǎn)愛(ài)，世界將變成美好的人間！
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文7
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“愛(ài)是人間的春風(fēng)，愛(ài)是生命的源泉……”愛(ài)包容一切。是啊，我們不是都沐浴在愛(ài)的陽(yáng)光里嗎?我們擁有愛(ài)，我們也付出愛(ài)。在初三(1)班這個(gè)由五十三個(gè)不同個(gè)性的同學(xué)組成的溫馨集體中，我們沐浴著愛(ài)。
第一樂(lè)章老師的愛(ài)
老師的愛(ài)，是美妙的抒情曲。
三年前，老師接納了我們，精心的呵護(hù)著我們，耐心的教導(dǎo)我們;三年來(lái)，在老師的教育下，我們個(gè)個(gè)脫穎而出，成為一個(gè)個(gè)成熟的學(xué)生，而老師卻在默默的奉獻(xiàn)中漸漸老了。從老師無(wú)悔的付出中，我知道，老師愛(ài)我們!
第二樂(lè)章同學(xué)的愛(ài)
同學(xué)之間的愛(ài)，就像流行歌曲，五彩繽紛，什么都有。
有一次，我病了。一整天昏昏欲睡，上課什么都沒(méi)聽(tīng)進(jìn)去，晚上有一位同學(xué)帶著筆記本給我補(bǔ)課，她是穿過(guò)好幾條漆黑的小巷來(lái)到我家的。而這位同學(xué)，平時(shí)卻是很怕黑夜的，為什么變得這么勇敢?她那關(guān)切的微笑告訴我：因?yàn)樗龕?ài)我。
有一位同學(xué)的手不小心被玻璃劃傷了，鮮血直流，我們心急火燎的送他前往醫(yī)務(wù)室治療，并督促他每天按時(shí)換藥，他感動(dòng)地說(shuō)：“你們?yōu)槭裁催@么好?”我們相視一笑，原因很簡(jiǎn)單，因?yàn)槲覀兺瑢僖粋�(gè)集體，我們愛(ài)他。
我們也有過(guò)爭(zhēng)吵，也有過(guò)矛盾，但是這些怎么能敵得過(guò)那溫馨的集體之愛(ài)?
于是友愛(ài)永遠(yuǎn)蕩漾在我們的中間。
第三樂(lè)章我們的愛(ài)
我們的愛(ài)如純樸的古典樂(lè)章。我們―是老師和學(xué)生的搭配，由于我們的默契與和諧，常讓笑聲響徹教室。從起初陌生的一切，到現(xiàn)在能只聽(tīng)其聲，便知其人的熟悉。這其中又包含著多少故事啊!得到課間跑比賽的第二名，一同為班級(jí)榮譽(yù)付出的艱辛……各種滋味統(tǒng)統(tǒng)匯聚在一起，凝聚成兩個(gè)字―關(guān)愛(ài)。為什么感情會(huì)這么深?只因?yàn)槲覀儛?ài)著共同的集體，初三(1)班!
第四樂(lè)章我的愛(ài)
我的愛(ài)縮小一點(diǎn)，就是愛(ài)我的老師，愛(ài)我的同學(xué)。我愛(ài)這個(gè)班級(jí)，這個(gè)浸潤(rùn)著溫馨，生長(zhǎng)著希望，跳動(dòng)著幸福音符的班級(jí)!
結(jié)束曲
“只要人人都獻(xiàn)出一點(diǎn)愛(ài)，世界將變成美好的人間……”歌聲又響起。
是“愛(ài)”這個(gè)美好的字眼，把班級(jí)同它的成員聯(lián)系在一起。我們共同關(guān)愛(ài)我班，這個(gè)集體怎能不溫馨四溢?
我們班的溫馨與和諧來(lái)自于我們共同的愛(ài)。
我們攜手共同奏出一部我愛(ài)我班的交響樂(lè)，讓它永遠(yuǎn)響徹在校園中。
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文8
The Devotion of Love 愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)
Dear friends, you may have heard the song--The Devotion of Love. It has been very popular since 1988, and is enjoyed by more and more people. Why? Because it has been sung for the people. As long as everyone devotes a little love, the world will be even more beautiful.Whenever I hear the song, I can't help thinking of my dear teacher,Mr. Wang. He gave his life to the cause of education. He will be remembered as an engineer of the soul forever. As his student, I will never forget those days that we spent together.
He was a kind and warm-hearted man. The moment I saw him, I felt as if he were my father. In class, he was strict in our studies. But in the spare time, he was our good friend. He often taught us how to play the violin, to sing, and to draw pictures. He cared not only for our studies but also for our minds. Whenever we had difficulties in our studies or in our daily life, he would encourage us to overcome them. When we failed in our exams, he would help us, "Don't lose heart, work harder and you will succeed." On his holidays, he would give up his rest to help those who had difficulty in their studies so that they could catch up with the other students. He was just like a candle, burning himself away to provide light for other. He was such a good teacher that all of us loved and respected him.
But a year ago, word came that Mr. Wang died of cancer. Hearing this, I couldn't help crying. I remember the song of Small Grass: No sweeter than a flower, no taller than a tree…. Small grass is ordinary, but grand. Mr. Wang is a blade of small grass. He gave his students all his love. Mr. Wang will live in our hearts forever.
A Service of Love 愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)
When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
Joe came out of the Middle West with a genius for pictorial art2. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with an important citizen passing it hurriedly. This work was framed3 and hung in the drug store window. At twenty he left for New York.
Delia did things in music so well in a pine-tree village in the South that her relatives raised a little money for her to go “North” and “finish.” They could not see her, but that is our story.
Joe and Delia met in a studio where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss all kinds of arts.
Joe and Delia fell in love with each other, and in a short time were married—for, when one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
The couple began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonely flat. And they were happy; for they had their Art and they had each other.
Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister—you know his fame. His fees are high; his lessons are light—his high-lights have brought him fame. Delia was studying under Rosenstock—a very strict piano teacher.
They were very happy as long as their money lasted. So is everybody. Their aims were very clear. They hoped their arts could bring them wealth and fame.
But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat—the warm chats after the day’s study; the comfortable dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions4; the mutual help and inspiration; and meat and cheese sandwiches at 11 p. m.
But after a while Art flagged5. It sometimes does, even if nobody flags it. Everything going out and nothing coming in. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Rosenstock their prices. When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard. So, Delia said she must give music lessons to make a living.
For two or three days she went out hunting for pupils. One evening she came home happily.
“Joe, dear,” she said, “I’ve a pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people! General—General Pinkney’s daughter—on Seventy-first Street. Such a splendid house, Joe—you ought to see the front door! Byzantine6. I think you would call it. And inside! Oh, Joe, I never saw anything like it before.
“My pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. She’s a delicate thing—dresses always in white; and the sweetest, simplest manners! Only eighteen years old. I’m to give three lessons a week; and, just think, Joe! $5 a lesson. I don’t mind it a bit; for when I get two or three more pupils I can once again take up my lessons with Rosenstock. Now, smooth out that wrinkle between your brows7, dear, and let’s have a nice supper.”
“That’s all right for you, Dele,” said Joe, opening a can of peas with a carving knife, “but how about me? Do you think I’m going to let you hurry for wages while I enjoy the taste of high art? No! I guess I can do something, and bring in a dollar or two.”
Delia came and hung about his neck.
“Joe, dear, you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had left my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on $15 a week. You mustn’t think of leaving Mr. Magister.”
“All right,” said Joe, reaching for the vegetable dish. “But I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isn’t Art. But you’re great and a dear to do it.”
“When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard,” said Delia.
“Magister praised the sky in that sketch8 I made in the park,” said Joe. “And Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them in his window. I may sell one if the right kind of a rich fellow sees them.”
“I’m sure you will,” said Delia sweetly. “And now let’s be thankful for General Pinkney and this roast.”
During all of the next week the couple had an early breakfast. Joe was excited about some sketches he was doing in Central Park, and Delia prepared breakfast for him, praised, and kissed at seven o’clock. It was most times seven o’clock when he returned in the evening.
At the end of the week Delia, sweetly proud but tired, threw three five-dollar bills on the 8 by 10 (inches) centre table of the 8 by 10 (feet) flat room9.
“Sometimes,” she said, “Clementina tires me. I’m afraid she doesn’t practise enough, and I have to tell her the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white, and that does get monotonous10. But General Pinkney is the dearest old man! I wish you could know him, Joe. He comes in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano and stands there pulling his white beard. ‘And how are the semiquavers and the demi-semiquavers progressing11?’ he always asks.
“I wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room, Joe!”
And then Joe, with the air of a Monte Cristo12, drew out a ten, a five, a two and a one—all legal notes13—and laid them beside Delia’s earnings.
“Sold that water-colour to a man from Peoria,” he announced happily.
“Don’t joke with me,” said Delia—“not from Peoria!”
“All the way. I wish you could see him, Dele. Fat man with a woolen coat. He saw the sketch in Tinkle’s window and thought it was a windmill14 and bought it anyhow. He ordered another—an oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot15—to take back with him. Music lessons! Oh, I guess Art is still in it.”
“I’m so glad you’ve kept on,” said Delia heartily. “You’re sure to win, dear. Thirty-three dollars! We never had so much to spend before. We’ll have a rich dinner to-night.”
On the next Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He spread his $18 on the table and washed what seemed to be a great deal of dark paint from his hands.
Half an hour later Delia arrived, her right hand tied up in a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages16.
“How is this?” asked Joe after the usual greetings.
Delia laughed, but not very joyously.
“Clementina,” she explained, “insisted upon a Welsh rabbit17 after her lesson. She is such a strange girl. Welsh rabbits at five in the afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish18, Joe, just as if there wasn’t a servant in the house. I know Clementina isn’t in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled19 a great lot of it, boiling hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt terribly, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry! But General Pinkney!—Joe, that old man nearly went crazy. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesn’t hurt so much now.”
“What’s this?” asked Joe, taking the hand softly and pulling at some white strands20 under the bandages.
“It’s something soft,” said Delia, “that had oil on it. Oh, Joe, did you sell another sketch?” She had seen the money on the table.
“Did I?” said Joe. “Just ask the man from Peoria. He got his sketch today, and he isn’t sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson21. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Dele?”
“Five o’clock, I think,” said Dele . “The iron—I mean the rabbit came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen General Pinkney, Joe, when—”
“Sit down here a moment, Dele,” said Joe. He drew her to the couch, sat down beside her and put his arm across her shoulders.
“What have you been doing for the last two weeks, Dele?” he asked.
She sat in silence for a moment or two with an eye full of love, and murmured a phrase or two of General Pinkney; but at last down went her head and out came the truth and tears.
“I couldn’t get any pupils,” she said. “And I couldn’t bear to have you give up your lessons; and I got a place ironing shirts in that big Twenty-fourth Street laundry22. And I think I did very well to make up both General Pinkney and Clementina, don’t you, Joe? And when a girl in the laundry set down a hot iron on my hand this afternoon I was all the way home making up that story about the Welsh rabbit. You’re not angry, are you, Joe? And if I hadn’t got the work you mightn’t have sold your sketches to that man from Peoria.”
“He wasn’t from Peoria,” said Joe slowly.
“Well, it doesn’t matter where he was from. How clever you are, Joe—and—kiss me, Joe—and what made you ever think that I wasn’t giving music lessons to Clementina?”
“I didn’t,” said Joe, “until to-night. And I wouldn’t have then, only I sent up this cotton waste and oil from the engine-room this afternoon for a girl upstairs who had her hand burned with an iron. I’ve been firing the engine in that laundry for the last two weeks.”
“And then you didn’t—”
“My purchaser23 from Peoria,” said Joe, “and General Pinkney are both creations24 of the same art—but you wouldn’t call it either painting or music.”
And then they both laughed, and Joe began:
“When one loves one’s Art no service seems—”
But Delia stopped him with her hand on his lips. “No,” she said—“just ‘When one loves.’”
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文9
清風(fēng)拂在臉頰，吹走了內(nèi)心的不安與焦躁；陽(yáng)光溫暖至心，照耀在心靈之窗綻放幸福之花。愛(ài)心之車(chē)啟程，向社會(huì)弱勢(shì)群體與貧困家庭送去愛(ài)心，讓他們可以像我一樣快樂(lè)地玩耍，臉上洋溢著幸福的紅暈。8月24日，我參加了向農(nóng)村留守兒童和孤寡老人送愛(ài)心活動(dòng)，獻(xiàn)上自己的一份綿薄之力。
我們到了一個(gè)看起來(lái)非常貧困的村子，下了車(chē)，穿過(guò)幾條泥濘的路，終于到達(dá)了第一站，這一家非常貧苦，姐弟兩個(gè)自幼沒(méi)了母親，隨父親長(zhǎng)大，姐姐名字叫游麗華，一邊要照料父親和弟弟，一邊又要挑起生活的重?fù)?dān)，不過(guò)學(xué)習(xí)非常好，總是名列前茅。我們進(jìn)了他們的房間，只見(jiàn)墻上密密麻麻地貼滿(mǎn)了獎(jiǎng)狀，這都是姐弟倆努力學(xué)習(xí)的結(jié)晶。我們送上了生活用品、文具、書(shū)，他們非常感謝，姐姐的眼眶紅了，她不停地說(shuō)：“謝謝你們，我一定會(huì)繼續(xù)努力……”這時(shí)，我的視線模糊了，眼眶中充盈著淚水，游麗華的家庭條件這么艱苦，但她的學(xué)習(xí)沒(méi)有落下，她那小小的身體扛著那么大的重?fù)?dān)，卻不負(fù)眾望，撐了下來(lái)。
走出了游麗華家，我們又去第二家、第三家貧困家庭送去了愛(ài)心，他們紛紛表示感謝，并夸贊我們是好心人。
臨近中午，我們頂著驕陽(yáng)，來(lái)到了第四家，這時(shí)已是汗流浹背，這個(gè)女孩的媽媽在她小時(shí)候就離開(kāi)了她，聽(tīng)了這些，我們都很心酸，我趕忙上前一把抱住她，輕聲對(duì)她說(shuō)：“姐姐，我們知道你很苦，所以，我們盡自己的綿薄之力來(lái)幫助你，倘若你有什么難處，以后盡管來(lái)找我，我一定會(huì)盡全力幫助你，你學(xué)習(xí)那么好，可要多多告訴我秘訣。”我送上了書(shū)籍和一些零食，那個(gè)姐姐笑了笑：“我一定會(huì)努力的！”我們紛紛鼓掌，之后，便依依不舍地離開(kāi)了。
返回了家里后，我深有感觸：我有那么好的學(xué)習(xí)條件，卻總是虛度光陰；他們學(xué)習(xí)環(huán)境那么差，卻總是名列前茅，我應(yīng)該向他們學(xué)習(xí)。
愛(ài)的奉獻(xiàn)作文10
我心目中的綠色生活是沒(méi)有戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)、疾病、貧窮、污染，充滿(mǎn)愛(ài)的幸福生活。
從小到大，我就像一棵小樹(shù)苗，沐浴著愛(ài)的陽(yáng)光雨露，茁壯成長(zhǎng)。那天，當(dāng)我聽(tīng)到易太中心學(xué)校胡娟同學(xué)的不幸遭遇：媽媽去世，爸爸長(zhǎng)期患有精神疾病，而她自己竟得了“白血病”。我的心靈震撼了。回到家，我迫不及待地打開(kāi)電腦，上網(wǎng)查有關(guān)“白血病”的資料。得知這是一種很可怕的病魔。我的眼前仿佛出現(xiàn)了這樣一幅圖畫(huà)：一棵小樹(shù)正經(jīng)受著狂風(fēng)暴雨的襲擊。它左右搖晃，樹(shù)葉飄零，如果沒(méi)有人及時(shí)給它遮風(fēng)擋雨，隨時(shí)都有可能折斷。
我決定拿出自己的20元零花錢(qián)捐給胡娟同學(xué)，此舉得到了爸爸媽媽的贊同。我想：如果每個(gè)同學(xué)都獻(xiàn)出自己的一點(diǎn)愛(ài)心，那么胡娟同學(xué)就有救了。果然，學(xué)校倡導(dǎo)的捐款號(hào)召，得到了全體老師和同學(xué)們的積極響應(yīng)。幾天下來(lái)，總共收到捐款22891。1元。在捐款儀式上，當(dāng)我們校長(zhǎng)把捐款遞到胡娟同學(xué)親人的手中時(shí)，他感動(dòng)得熱淚盈眶。就在這時(shí)，我耳邊似乎響起了那動(dòng)人的旋律：只要人人都獻(xiàn)出一點(diǎn)愛(ài)，世界將會(huì)變成美好的人間……
讓我們敞開(kāi)胸懷，用心中的愛(ài)照亮仍在黑暗中受病痛折磨的人吧！只要心中有愛(ài)，哪怕是在寒冬臘月，生活的每一天都可以如沐春風(fēng)。
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