Curiosity is the key to the door of creation,

Knowledge is the key to the door of ideal,

Love is the key to open the door of the heart.

     Life is like a piece of white paper, we draw the first stroke in the first cry. Under the care of parents, relatives, friends, classmates and even strangers, our pictures are gradually colorful. Then, we learned to enrich the colors of other people's lives

     Countless times in the journey hesitation, countless times in the mud fall, countless times in the wind and rain cry, countless times in grief in despair.

     All the way bitterness, only you accompany me to tears; all the way to the wind and rain, only you accompany me forward; all the way of thorns, only you help me to cut off. My persistence, only for your caring eyes and warm smile. Because love is the key to open the heart!

     I remember the last time I visited the Expo, it was very hot. Near 11 o'clock, we lined up to visit the French Pavilion. The team is like a long dragon, with no head in front and no tail in the back. What tests people's patience is that the team moves forward at the speed of ants moving. I walk and watch to pass the time. Suddenly, I found a middle-aged man standing in front of me was doing an interesting thing.

     In his right hand he held a cucumber with the thickness of his wrist, and his left hand was spoon shaped, slightly lower than his right hand. He put the cucumber close to his mouth, opened his lips, and bit the melon skin with his teeth. His cheeks were red and his muscles were protruding. Then, spit the peels into your left hand. I'm a little curious. I've never seen anyone gnaw melon skin so hard but not eat melon. Is there a quirk? Just as I was wondering, the man handed the cucumber to a girl in front of him - like his daughter, but he wiped his sweat with satisfaction, holding the melon skin which had been warmed by the body temperature.

     As the procession went on, my heart was heavy. Suddenly I saw a garbage can in front of my left hand, and I was overjoyed. I touched the man with my hand and pointed to the trash can. He was surprised, but soon understood, and gladly threw the rind in.

     He gave me a smile and said, "thank you! You are so kind. " "It's nothing," I said sheepishly. You're a good father and I'm happy to help you He bowed his head and laughed.

     Life is a watercolor painting. We should draw our own paintings, and we should also thank those who have loved us and help them draw well.