Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years...The following is the article I compiled about writing. Welcome to read human compositions.
Teacher
Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last a hundred years.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot fully account for your contribution! Poems and songs cannot fully express my admiration for you! You use the nectar of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals; you use the clear spring of your soul to moisten it. The beautiful fruit that cultivates our sentiments. Teacher, this dazzling name is like a brilliant star, always hanging high in our chests.
Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you sincerely - teacher! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment! In the sea of ??life, teacher, You are like a tall beacon, standing on the vast sea, guiding us on our way forward all the time!
It is you who gave me beautiful ideals and made me understand the direction of life. . I remember that when I was a child, I was a naughty child. I became curious about the Internet and became addicted to it. You are very angry about this. ?Hate that iron cannot become steel. ?You decided to deal with me. I thought a disaster was coming, but you made a punishment that changed my life? You punished me to write a few essays about the Internet. I had no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient. I wrote two articles, and you forgave me when you saw that I had a good attitude in admitting my mistakes. Unexpectedly, this punishment aroused my interest in writing. From then on, I gained inspiration for writing, and finally my composition improved to a higher level. It is you who guide me towards the light.
You are the morning star, so that my road to my destination will never be dark. I once stubbornly asked you: What kind of person am I? Some people say that I am smart, brave, and have a bright future; Call me stupid, cowardly, and worthless. Who should I believe? You smiled and said: "Tell me that a pound of rice is worth one yuan when sold in the market; two bowls of rice steamed by a woman are worth two yuan; rice dumplings made by a businessman are worth three yuan; hot porridge is worth three yuan." It’s worth four yuan; making wine is worth forty yuan? But the rice is still that catty of rice. It was then that I suddenly realized that how much I am worth depends on how I treat myself.
It is your teachings that dispel the haze in my heart and light up a bright light for me.
You are an oar, supporting me to the other side of my ideal. Remember, I told you about my ideal, but for some reason I have always been talking about it and never paid for my ideal. One day, you came to me, without saying anything, holding a brick in your hand and grinding it hard. Let me ask you: Why grind bricks? You say, "Bricks turned into jade". I asked again: "How can jade be made by grinding bricks?" You put down the bricks in your hands and said with a smile: "You can't make jade by grinding bricks. How can your ideals come true?" Suddenly, a courage to fight for my ideals arose in my heart.
Life is like a flower. After your baptism, the flower of my life can bloom. Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, you gave me the colorful colors? I sincerely thank you!
You at the same table
Yan, my classmate in junior high school. Desk, in two months, we will go our separate ways. You once accidentally said that you like to hear me sing. Now, I will hum this song "My Deskmate" for you, listen carefully?
Will you remember tomorrow/the diary you wrote yesterday//will you still think about it tomorrow/ You who used to cry the most
You said that you are a useless person. Other girls are either beautiful, talented, or wealthy, but you are not. You can’t help but feel a little inferior, and some Discouraged and somewhat pessimistic. I say that everyone has their own sky. I believe that the brave swallow will eventually have a sky that belongs to her, and will eventually breathe the breath of freedom. You said that grandpa is the person you love most, and you can’t let him go, you can’t bear his hard work, you can’t bear his disappointment, and you can’t bear his sadness. I say cherish the people around you and persevere. You said that when you are in a bad mood, it is better to write a diary to vent. You also said that although you look weak, you understand that the really weak person is me. Well, it seems that I really cry more than you. Do you still remember that I cried on your shoulder because of him, and you said distressedly that I wouldn’t cry, otherwise you would also have red eyes? Sometimes I think about it, you at the same table are really very sensible and considerate. .
Did you go to the school playground once? You said that after entering the third grade of junior high school, you no longer have such a leisurely and leisurely stroll around the campus. I said, well, I no longer have the leisure to watch handsome boys play ball, and I no longer have the leisure to play peek-a-boo. At that time, we counted the clouds passing by in the blue sky and read the poems left by the rain on the window. Suddenly I felt that the song "Journey Begins Together" is very similar to us. We keep company together, play together, share the treasures of youth together; move forward together, bend together, and think about the next dream together. Indeed, in the third grade of junior high school, the burden on our shoulders has increased. We have less time to chat and have fun. We worry more about each other, talk less, and spend less time together. Indeed, you are not used to it?
Who meets the sentimental you/Who comforts the crying you?
I am thinking: More than two months later, we arrived at our respective new schools , with a new deskmate, with another person to share my joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, what would it be like? From now on, maybe there will never be you again, who will accompany me to count white clouds and read poems with me. . Even if we have occasional contact, will the distance in space also widen the distance between our hearts? However, your simplicity and innocent feelings are what I will cherish for the rest of my life. Since you have it before, why should you care about it forever?
The teachers can no longer remember you/cannot guess the problem/I only occasionally look through photos/only think of you at the same table
Tomorrow, will you think of the me who cried more than you yesterday?
Her deskmate
She is not actually my real deskmate, she is sitting on my right , my deskmate across the aisle.
She has long hair, a round face, and a little hunchback. She was very nearsighted, with a degree of 700 degrees, so we called her "700 degrees". She always lives happily, and I can't find a trace of sadness in her. (Maybe she didn’t want people to know) Once, she took my glasses to look at, and I took her glasses to look at. When I took the glasses, I found that her eyes had traces of time, which was really scary. . She especially likes to eat snacks and doesn't like to wear loose clothes. (Could it be because she looks a little nice?) When she is angry, she likes to put her hands on her waist, turn her nose up, and open her eyes wide. I think she is the cutest at this time. of. In cold weather, she likes to hide her hands under her legs. I seem to have this habit too, maybe it's not because of her influence. When she has too much homework to write, she always sighs: "This world is really sad!" Then she obediently lowers her head and continues writing. She likes to read Guo Jingming's novels and bought many of his picture albums. She says that Guo Jingming is her idol. I wonder if she still remembers the sentence in the novel: That boy taught me to grow; that girl taught me to love. ?
The way she sits on the bicycle is very boyish. In my impression, girls like to sit sideways when riding bicycles, but she sits upright, which is really funny and rare!
When she doesn’t wear braids, she looks like a female ghost. One time after a late self-study, we happened to go back to the dormitory together. When we passed a slightly darker place, a terrifying figure appeared. He was wearing light white clothes, long disheveled hair, and the cold wind blowing in his face. It looked like a scene from a ghost movie. I was a little scared. Just when I was about to run away, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. When I turned around, I saw that it was Alin, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Another interesting thing happened on the way back to the dormitory. That night I joked that I would go to her dormitory with her. I expected that she would not dare to agree, but unexpectedly she did. They agreed to let me go, and I loved saving face, so I pretended to walk into the girls' dormitory. It was the first time in my life that I had entered the girls' dormitory, so I was inevitably a little nervous. I wanted to go down after walking up the first flight of stairs. Unexpectedly, just when I was about to go downstairs, she said to me: "I'm going to change clothes later. Are you afraid?" I couldn't help but smile. He quickly ran back to his dormitory.
Also, I never understood why she always stood so straight when answering questions, just like a big tree standing on a barren slope, haha?
Teacher
?Grateful heart, thank you for having me. ?I kept singing this song in my heart, and the more I sang, the more excited I became, as if the passionate and beating melody was about to burst out of my mouth, and the tender notes were dancing in front of my eyes. The shadows of many people suddenly floated in my mind, that kind smile, those shoulders that seemed to bear a thousand pounds of strength. I was deeply shocked, and felt infinite gratitude and admiration in my heart. They are our lovely and respectable teachers.
? Once a teacher, always a teacher? I remember this sentence deeply. For this sentence, teachers have devoted thousands of times of passion and sweat; for this sentence, teachers They stay up late every day to prepare lessons; for this sentence, teachers put all their emotions behind and use 200% of their energy to take care of us; and for this sentence, they have lost too many, not just a handful. .
Teacher, if you are a gardener, we are flowers. Under your careful care, we will bloom brilliant flowers and bear harvest fruits.
Teacher, if you are the shoes, we are the little feet. Under your careful care, we will move forward, climb the ladder of success, and knock on the door of victory.
Teacher, if you are the ocean, we are the waves. With your encouragement and help, we will move forward step by step and pick up flower shells.
Teacher, if you are a street lamp, we are the people walking at your feet looking for light. Under your warmth, we brave the terror of the night and the strong wind, and move forward boldly.
Teacher, if you are.
Too many words I want to tell you; too many problems I want you to explain; too many unknowns I want to explain to you; too much gratitude I want to talk to you. I used to be naive and childish, but I didn’t understand your hardships; I used to be naughty and mischievous, but I didn’t understand your good intentions; I used to be innocent and innocent, but I didn’t understand your eagerness and anxiety. Now that I seem to be mature, I want to talk to you; now that I seem to have grown up, I want to share it with you; now that I seem to be stable, I want to talk to you in detail: talk about your hardships and your struggles; Talk about your happiness, your happiness; talk about your goals, your purpose; talk about your mood, your feelings. Sit down now, I am willing to listen to you tell your past stories, I am willing to listen to you talk about the difficulties in your heart, and I am willing to share the secret of success with you. As long as you are willing to say, I am willing to listen.
After all the vicissitudes of life, we seem to have understood your heart. We began to pay attention to the messages you wrote in our notebooks, to the sweat dripping from you in class, and to the new growth in your hair. A few gray hairs, and I also began to pay attention to your sweet smile after seeing our success. Even if we make mistakes and have troubles at the beginning, don't give up on us, because we are still flowers in bud, little feet that need care, waves that want encouragement to move forward, and people who want to find light. Thank you, teacher, for giving me strong vitality.
My mother
I have a mother. She is in her thirties, with a medium build, a rectangular face, and a pair of loving eyes flashing under her black eyebrows, giving people a friendly feeling. She also has a nice smile. My mother is an accountant and is very busy at work every day. When she comes home, she has to do laundry and cooking, which is really hard.
My mother has put a lot of effort into my study. She tells me to do my homework every day when she comes back from work. After every exam, she always analyzes the reasons for success and failure with me. This has been the case for several years, but sometimes I cannot understand her and always make her anxious and angry. I remember one time when I failed in an exam, she scolded me so harshly that I was really scared. I knew that she really wanted me to be a good student.
My mother not only cares about my studies, but also pays attention to cultivating my interests and hobbies. Under her supervision, I learned calligraphy and laid the foundation for good calligraphy. I also won many awards. Under her guidance, I learned music. Before I went to kindergarten, she bought me music tapes. I loved listening to them. After I went to kindergarten, I saw the teacher in the kindergarten playing the accordion. The sweet sound attracted me. From then on, I am obsessed with the accordion. I long for one day to carry the accordion on my back and play beautiful music for everyone on stage.
Finally, my wish came true. When I was in first grade, the school organized an accordion class. When I heard the news, I immediately signed up. My mother was very supportive of me. From then on, I started playing the accordion that I love. I have been studying for five years. Now, I have made some achievements and obtained the eighth-level accordion certificate. These achievements are indispensable for my mother's encouragement and education!
In these five years, my mother and I have been through wind and rain, never stopping. Especially my mother, her shoulders would get bruised every time she carried the heavy accordion. I remember one time, my mother took me back from piano lessons. When I was almost walking to the door of my house, there was a pothole on the roadside. She was walking in a hurry and didn’t see it, so she sprained her foot. I was at a loss and thought, what should I do? Yes, I went home right away to find my dad. I ran home quickly and found my dad. My dad took my mom home. When I got home, I saw that my mom’s feet were red and swollen and she couldn’t walk. My dad was busy giving mom the medicine. Medicine, but I stood aside stupidly, motionless. Thinking about it, I was really stupid at that time.
Thinking about these five years, I really don’t know how much hard work my mother has put in for me!
This is my mother. I grew up under her careful care. I love my mother. , and I also hope that all mothers in the world can give their children warmth and happiness, just as the song says, "Only mothers are good in the world."