You make me miss, make me laugh and move. It was an afternoon, a lively and interesting art class. You know, you and I were already good painting friends at that time. The teacher asked us to finish all the work, but the draft was drawn so slowly that we had to stay after class to finish it. At this moment, you saw me alone and helpless. You put down your art bag, sit next to me and say with a smile, "Let me draw some for you, too." I acquiesced and said nothing gratefully. You draw really well and cooperate with me very well. What color I want to use, you just send it directly; When I draw, you will carefully avoid it; Even after I drew a picture, you gave me guidance ... with your help, a picture came out soon. The painter is concise and gorgeous. Even the art teacher boasted: "Although it was a little slow, it was really good." At this moment, I saw a pure and bright smile on your face. Maybe you don't remember, but I buried it in the three acres of land that will always belong to you.
Your name is very nice, Jin Hong. We have been apart for more than a year, and there are thousands of words I want to tell you: How are you? Who is your friend at your new school? How was the exam? I know that I am thousands of miles away from you in Qian Shan, and I may never see you again. I can only silently pray for you and bless you. I hope you are full of energy and laughter every day, remember me.
You are the Tian who accompanied me through half the time in primary school, and I will always keep your thoughts in my heart!
In my mind, you are Zhang Yuanyuan's face, with a short ponytail and big black eyes, just like a scanner hidden under a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The cold eyes, the first time I saw her, I felt a chill
I thought my feeling was right, but she gave me an unexpected "surprise".
My writing level is not outstanding, but it is not very bad, and I have been squeezed into the ranks of mediocrity. No matter how skillfully I use various writing skills, I still can't please the teacher.
The first composition in junior high school is very memorable. I intend to write it well, but I have no confidence to get her praise. When I send my composition, all I see are notes carefully written in red ink. This is something I have never seen before. Every article counts at least 20 words, and I can't help crying ... Not only that, she also asked me to read my composition in front of the whole class in class. I read a sentence and she commented. The two of us have a tacit understanding like a duet, and I gradually have a good impression on her.
However, once I didn't do my homework carefully, and I made five mistakes in seven questions. She criticized me by name in class, and my face burned when I saw the disappointed look in her eyes. After class, she said to me seriously, "What's wrong with you this time? Why did you do it so badly? Think about it and tell me. "
I felt very guilty, so I wrote a letter of criticism in my homework. I thought it was over. Unexpectedly, after the homework was handed out, I found another five-pointed star and a paragraph of text on the homework. I still clearly remember the last sentence: you have strength! This sentence deeply touched me.
Although she is not so beautiful in my eyes, she is so beautiful in my heart!
She is my Chinese teacher-Miss Liu.
You rise and fall in my heart; Flowers bloom and fall.
The natural cycle makes people sigh, so is life. If we are alive, if we must give it a definition, then I expect it to be a trip. We don't have to care about the destination, what we care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. In this case, I also look forward to taking a piece of paper with me, whether it is yellow or white, to record what I have seen and heard, to see clouds, to listen to the wind and birds, and to all the points.
We are not alone, because there are always people along the way. I miss those innocent days, those days when I sneaked into school to catch up early, those days when I shook the bell and hummed nursery rhymes, and those days when I hid in the quilt to play. In those days, we walked hand in hand. Those people and things will be the most beautiful scenery in junior high school life.
I remember those midsummer days, when we stood in the shade of a tree and gulped down cold soda. Water is sweet and cold, and always flows into our hearts. A few strands of hair stuck to our foreheads because of sweat. We touched the soda in our hands and laughed happily, even forgetting the chirping of cicadas. Such simple happiness, such simple friendship.
We have the same hobby, and afternoon is the happiest and shortest. We changed our jerseys and started our game. We started running all over the field. On the small court, our laughter echoed. A short arc crossed the sky, and then we heard a bang and scored! We squander our youth with sweat, so free and easy!
Although we are drifting away these days, inadvertently looking back, the scenery remains the same. Everyone never left, just let time dilute everything, and everyone has a perfect memory of junior high school life in their hearts. All this, I will let it accompany me forever and go forward with me!
The road of life is very thorny, waving goodbye to the clouds all over the sky, you are in my heart, so precious!
You are in my heart. If you ask me, who is the most beautiful in my heart? Then, I would definitely say that's my mother-Lu Mei.
I lost my father when I was a child. My mother raised me. My mother is an ordinary person. But she has willpower that ordinary people don't necessarily have
I remember getting sick once, and it was already past nine o'clock at night. My mother insisted on taking me to a small clinic. My grandparents said it was too dark and I would go tomorrow, but my mother insisted. Along the way, the cold wind blew against my face, scratching my face like handfuls of sharp knives. Mother walked step by step and I fell asleep sweetly on her bony back. I woke up to find me lying in a bed in a small clinic, and my mother fell asleep on the edge of the bed. Looking at her thin face, my heart ached faintly.
Mom fell asleep on my leg, and my leg was numb. I subconsciously moved my legs, and my mother woke up to ask questions. "What happened? Headache? " Mother asked me eagerly. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, I'm much better. Go back to sleep! " "Mother shook her head and went out. After a while, my mother came back, but her big hand was scarred. I know, my mother must have accidentally cut it while doing farm work. Mother smiled and said to me, "Come, Swallow, have breakfast. "I sat up from the bed and looked at my mother while eating the rice cooked by my mother.
My mother reached out and touched my face, and I obviously felt the calluses on my mother's hands deepened again. I looked down, but my mother smiled and said, "Yaner, you see there are more kinds of dishes in our family than in others'. When the China New Year is over, our family will have a bumper harvest ... At this moment, I understand the greatness of maternal love. Although my father left us for heaven, my mother gave me all the maternal love and let me know that all mothers in the world will use all their strength to protect their children until he grows up.
The most beautiful and kind person in my heart is you-my mother, and you will always be the most beautiful in my heart!
You waved your sleeves in my heart, and the black tiles reflected the blue and white walls. The wind blew through the window lattice and echoed in the distance.
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Speaking of Jiangnan, what is impressive is the water town, an oil-paper umbrella, a young woman and a leisurely light rain. Jiangnan is very beautiful, with a classical charm of Tang and Song Dynasties, mixed with the smell of ink and sandalwood, and even a breeze is somewhat elegant.
Jiangnan in spring should be the best. Just because the spring breeze at that time was just right, half cool and not dry, spring seemed to fall in love with Jiangnan. I left quietly in May, and suddenly looking back, I caught a glimpse of the flowers in Shan Ye, lest I miss my youth. Jiangnan is spoiled by spring and somewhat shy about summer.
Jiangnan in summer is less gentle and light in spring, but more unrestrained. Jiangnan in summer seems more pleasing to the eye. Sunlight shines on the water, and microwaves appear layer by layer. People in the south of the Yangtze River are as delicate and gentle as running water. The sun shines on the blue tile and white wall, on the water, on the green treetops of Yangliuqing, and into my heart.
Jiangnan in autumn is even better than Jiangnan in summer. The cool autumn overflowed into the yard, and the actors in the pear garden began to repeat the scene again. The sound of babbling penetrated the autumn wind of yellow leaves and scattered over the water town. The leaves turned yellow and fell on the water, rippling blue waves. Autumn rain came as scheduled, an oil-paper umbrella and a smiling face. What's the matter with you? The maple leaf is so red that I want to show it to you. ...
Winter in the south of the Yangtze River becomes mild and soft. Snowflakes are flying in the sky, and soon they are connected with the dark and tile-white walls. There are no two things in the world that are combined so skillfully. The snowman with his head tilted in front of the door, the bare branches and the water with thin ice are also very peaceful. Jiangnan in winter is not bleak, but it has a hazy artistic conception.
No place can fascinate me like Jiangnan. No place can occupy a place in my heart like Jiangnan. No place can make time linger like Jiangnan.
Jiangnan, you have become the most beautiful place in my heart with the affection of the four seasons.
You are in my heart. I am a drop of water, the river is my sister, the river is my brother, and the sea is my mother. Mom, you are great in my heart, how magnificent you are.
On the day I was born, a ray of sunshine shone on me. I was in a small clear spring, and my companions and I were cheering, happy and excited. I saw my sister when I was flowing down happily. She looked at me so tenderly and held me forward. I felt how powerful she was. At that time, I thought my sister was the biggest water drop!
However, on a high tide day, my friends and I had to leave my sister and continue to flow downwards. I met my brother. He opened his arms and let us rush into his infinite arms. I realized that my sister is only half as old as my brother at most. My brother looked at me with deep eyes, and I immediately felt his strength. Oh, is there anything better than my brother? I ran to the boundless filth by my own imagination.
Soon, soon, I will see water wider than my brother. Unconsciously, I have entered the vast sea. She is my rampaging sea. She is my great mother, and I have been waiting for a long time to see the sea! In my mother's infinite arms, I can see wider and whiter clouds, more beautiful aquatic plants, coral reefs, shipwrecks and thousands of kinds of fish. Ah, mom, you are the greatest. You let me see a wider sky and a wider seabed. Even my brother and sister can't compare with you!
I can look at strange fish, strange aquatic plants and sparkling sea all day. The first sunshine in the morning shines on us, and the first moonlight in the evening shines on us. Even the silver light brushed by the first comet was the first time I found it.
Ah, my mother, are you great in my heart?
You are the seven landscapes in my heart, the most beautiful in the eyes of poetry; In the heart of fish, the ocean is the most beautiful; The blue sky is the most beautiful in the bird's heart, and mother is the most beautiful in my heart.
My mother is not very tall, fair-skinned and gentle. In the morning, my mother will cook breakfast for me carefully. In the evening, she will accompany me to do my homework, and after finishing my homework, she will also accompany me to read quietly. At home, my mother will accompany me almost all the time. Especially when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, my mother will comfort me, encourage me and be my strong backing.
One weekend in the third grade, I suddenly felt dizzy and I felt breathless when I walked. When my father was not at home, my mother immediately went to the hospital behind my back. When I arrived at the Third Hospital, I did some corresponding inspections. The doctor diagnosed that I had acute pneumonia and needed to be treated quickly. My mother went to help me with the admission procedure without saying anything, and then the nurse took me for an intravenous drip. My mother stayed with me for more than three hours. At this time, it was already dark. My mother called my father and asked him to take us home first and continue to come to the hospital for injections tomorrow. I fell asleep at night, and my mother would get up every half hour to cover me with a quilt and observe my illness.
The next day, my mother got up early to make breakfast for me. Because my mother was worried that I was sick and couldn't eat anything, she asked her friends about the practice of auricularia millet porridge and took it to the hospital in a thermos cup. After waking up, my mother took me to the hospital for an injection. At noon, my mother went to the cake shop near the hospital and bought my favorite cake. Let me eat cake and drink millet porridge. I eat in my mouth, sweet in my heart. In the evening, dad drove us home to rest after work.
In this way, it lasted for seven days My mother cooked me delicious food and took good care of me. I finally recovered. A big stone in my mother's heart finally fell to the ground, but I suddenly found that my mother's face was yellow and she lost a lot of weight.
Mom, thank you for your meticulous care and love for me. You are always the most beautiful in my heart. When I grow up, I will take care of you as you take care of me. Mom, I love you!
You are beautiful in my heart for eight moments, and one moment is eternal.
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You are not as beautiful as the peony, the king of flowers, as graceful as a poetic peach blossom, as noble and elegant as a rose. All you have is eternal darkness and the moment of blooming. You are an epiphyllum praised as a beauty under the moon by people who love flowers.
I first learned about epiphyllum through the article Midnight Epiphyllum, and today, I get more insights every time I read it. The author's epiphyllum is so beautiful that he dares to stand proudly and independently when the flowers stop, experiencing' life' and' death' at a slow pace, and experiencing the instantaneous beauty brought to everyone who loves flowers by' flowers fade and flowers fly all over the sky'.
After reading these, I suddenly admire Epiphyllum, which is unwilling to compete with others, willing to be lonely, indifferent to fame and fortune, indifferent to the comments of the world. That short-lived beauty belongs only to those who know it and love it.
Think about it carefully, Epiphyllum invisibly taught me a lot of truth. It taught me to be free and easy; Isn't life a flash in the pan? In that case, why stick to the secular world and lament that time flies? It taught me to wait; A flash in the pan is so short that I dare not ignore it. All I can do is wait for it to bloom quietly. It taught me to be patient; Epiphyllum can endure endless gloom, why can't I endure setbacks and pain? Gradually, I grew up.
The most beautiful epiphyllum blooms. It slowly opened its sleepy eyes, and the white petals without any impurities stretched out. At that moment, I was drunk. It seems to be surrounded by light, and everything is silent, which shows his aloof.
The most beautiful epiphyllum has withered. Epiphyllum is different from other flowers, and its withering is also worthy of appreciation and admiration. It withers without hesitation, gives up the prosperity of the world, and is free and easy. Although the light disappeared, its beautiful' eternity' impressed me deeply and made me remember it all my life.
Epiphyllum not only has a beautiful appearance, a proud figure and a pure heart. But also exudes an insight into the world, informal, and temperament, which deeply attracts me who loves flowers. So, Epiphyllum, you are the most beautiful in my heart.
You have been in my heart for nine years, and three years have passed in an instant.
You have been with us for two years since middle school. Although you don't teach us now, your appearance and behavior in class are deeply imprinted on my mind.
You have a good temper and seldom get angry in class.
I remember once, you were patiently giving us a lecture, but the students below didn't listen carefully. Some people looked around, chatting and joking, some people took out a small mirror and boasted ... Although you saw it, you didn't say anything until the classroom was full of laughter, and you said, "What are you talking about? Listen carefully, or you won't do your homework in the future! " After the lecture, the classroom was quiet, but when you continued your lecture, the students below talked almost at the same time and kept talking. You finally couldn't help it, threw the teaching ruler on the podium and shouted at us, "Do you want to have a class or not?" Those who don't attend classes can go out and don't influence other students here! " There was silence in the classroom, and almost everyone was frightened by the roar. At that time, we all looked at the teacher blankly, only thinking that our classmates were still groping for something in the desk. When the teacher saw it, he went over and said, "What are you doing?" That classmate disapprovingly said, "Nothing!" The teacher didn't believe it, so he looked at his classmates' desks and saw an "unknown object", so he took it out and said, "What mirror should I look at in class? See if you are handsome? " After that, with a bang, the mirror was smashed to pieces, and the fragments flew under my feet, which almost scared me out of my wits. Look at the mirror again, ah-terrible ... being "killed" for no reason. "Why is this mirror so familiar?" I wondered, and then thought … "Er … isn't this mine?" I stared blankly at that classmate, thinking: I don't need a mirror in my schoolbag, how can I find him? My mind is full of question marks. ...
"Ding Lingling ..." A class passed like this. You shook your head and sighed at us and walked out of the classroom all the way ... I really felt guilty looking at your disappointed face.
My teacher, you in my heart forever!
You are in my heart 10 Where were we born? Where did you die? There has always been a beautiful and loud word in everyone's heart. As soon as these two words are spoken, our hearts are filled with pride and pride-China. This ancient civilization has a long history of 5,000 years, with joys and sorrows. The "Four Great Inventions" are the pride of China and the essence of China's ancient inventions. Gunpowder in the "Four Great Inventions" changed ancient battles from cold weapons and melee to hot weapons and distant battles. Then you don't have to wear thick and heavy armor to fight. Papermaking also changed ancient Chinese characters, and later people stopped engraving on tortoise shells.
Although China has a glorious and beautiful history, it also has a nightmare history. At the end of the Qing dynasty, a series of reforms by foreigners made them develop and began to invade us. You may say, "China is so powerful, how can you beat it?" You don't believe me! Then I will take my time; "Listening to politics behind the scenes" turned Cixi into a behind-the-scenes emperor. In order to keep her position, she banned political reform, and since then, the Qing Dynasty has been weak. ...
China is the lion of the East and the dragon of Wan Li. They are descendants of the Chinese people. Although the Qing government wrote many unequal treaties in the long battle, it could not defeat China in Wan Li. They have amazing perseverance and tenacious vitality. Since the birth of the * * * production party, China has become stronger and stronger from cowardice and more and more United, and finally achieved its own status, with its own national flag-the five-star red flag.
Motherland, you are the mother in my heart, let me present a song for you; "Five-star red flag I am proud of you, five-star red flag I am proud of you, five-star red flag you are my pride!" This year marks the 60th anniversary of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC). In an instant, the Republic of China has gone through 60 years. Over the past 60 years, through the unity of the people of the whole country, Qi Xin has worked together to create a brilliant future. Students; "Heroes have been teenagers since ancient times." In the next 60 years, we will work together to create our own world and repay the kindness of our motherland!
You are in my heart 1 1 If one day I become a fish, then you must be the sea in my heart. If one day I become a flower, then you must be a leaf in my heart. If one day I become a cloud, then you must be the blue sky in my heart. If one day I become good enough, then you must be in my heart.
Because you are in my heart, I become strong. You always fail. Because you are not serious enough, you cram for the exam. But one day you suddenly said: I must go next time! We all thought you were joking. But we were wrong. You are serious. You've been trying ever since. Finally, one day, you succeeded. You succeeded in getting rid of failure!
Because of your constant encouragement in my heart. So on the road of pursuing my dream, I also began to become fearless and strong! Thank you for giving me confidence and strength in my heart. Even if the road to pursuing my dream is full of thorns, I will not give up. I will be strong and fly.
Because you are in my heart, I have learned to stick to my dream. You set yourself a goal from the first day of junior high school, that is, to be admitted to Lin MUGUR PETRU CIUBANCAN! Although your grades were not very good at that time. But you never gave up. I'm still trying. You said something I always remember-life is like a game, you have to fight if you don't want to lose!
Because you are in my heart, I also began to learn to persist and struggle. Thank you for having you in your heart, which has brought me persistence and struggle, even though there are many difficulties on the way to realize my dream. I will stick to my dream like you.
Fish is free, because the sea feeds it, and flowers are beautiful, because green leaves decorate them. The cloud is white because the sky gives it purity. And I continue to become strong and excellent because your action spirit has always been in my heart!
You are in my heart. 12 The teacher is a hard gardener and the soil to help young trees grow. It is they who teach us knowledge and educate us on morality. Oh, teachers are the most beautiful in my eyes.
The head teacher of our class is not easy to do, worrying about the "running dogs" in the class every day. Recently, there was another big storm in our class-many students copied the answers on the study plan as soon as they got to class in the morning. Soon, someone reported the big secret to the teacher. As a result, the teacher told these people who copied the answers on the spot to stand up consciously. If you are reported by others, the consequences are unimaginable!
At first, they refused to admit that they were interested in answers and plagiarism. However, under the report of other students, they all stood up next, and some were scared to stand up by the tense atmosphere and the threatening eyes of the teacher. Several others refused to admit their origins after being reported, repeatedly saying it was unfair.
However, all this is not over yet, and several students reported to the teacher that someone was answering questions in the qq group. This report has caused many people's complaints and dissatisfaction, which is simply unrealistic. Immediately, several people jumped out to object: some people didn't bring their papers back, but they all handed in blank papers. Why haven't you been criticized? Instead, they were criticized for discussing with each other. The teacher listened and said: there is nothing wrong with the blank explanation, and the answer is definitely not good.
But some people still insist on paying the bill, saying that some people also collect money specially. This matter has nothing to do with me. I'm too lazy to listen. I only know that the teacher asked them to write the reasons and asked their parents to write how to deal with them. Hehe, it's pretty miserable anyway.
However, on second thought, it is not easy for our class teacher to do it. He must always pay attention to the students' every move.
Oh! Teachers are the most beautiful in my eyes!
You are in my heart, 13, red expectation, green dream, just because you are in my heart-my language.
Is that you? China people. Beautiful, luxurious, soft … I can't decorate you with any words. Li Bai's Yun Fan is dotted with the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes are blurred with the light of the sword, and Wen Tianxiang's passion echoes in the whole voice ... Because you are in my heart, China people, I know ambition, persistence and patriotism! Invite the moon to be full, raise your glass high, and I will wander in your poems, watching the red flowers turn into spring mud, sighing that the country has broken mountains and rivers, praising the east fence for picking chrysanthemums, and singing incomparable pride. Feel and experience you in the arms of junior high school.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the sound of your heart into flapping wings and take me flying.
Is that you? China people. The separation of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the implication of the three knots in Taoyuan, the dispute on Xijing Road, and the lofty aspirations of gathering. Because you are in my heart, I understand helplessness, unity, courage and loyalty! Let the scattered flowers go and be buried! Give it a complete home; Let it divide the world, fight! Give it a perfect nirvana; Let the devil fight with him! Give it a painful interpretation; Ann, let him talk, go to hell! Give it a complete glory.
Because you are in my heart, you have turned famous works into paving stones, paving the way for my success.
Is that you? China people. The water in Miluo River is fiercer, the sunset along Yishui River is redder, and the water around the stream is brighter. Because you are in my heart, I understand Qu Yuan's thoughtlessness, admire Liu Bang's lofty aspirations, and feel sorry for Shi's departure. I am pregnant with you and measure my heart density, but I feel particularly heavy.
Just because you are in my heart, you have turned all the celebrities into a source of motivation and pushed me forward.
China people, because you are in my heart, my expectations make you red and my dreams make you green. Just because you are in my heart, my language, let me win in 20xx! Singing in the sky of 20xx.
You are in my heart 14. You are the most beautiful sun in my heart, and your boundless light illuminates the previously dim mind.
On the playground that afternoon, the noise of boys playing ball filled the whole campus with enthusiasm after a nap. On the other hand, I like to sit quietly on the lawn and spend our afternoon with a book.
Pollyanna, you, an ugly little girl with a sunny heart, changed my life because of your appearance.
"On Sunday afternoon, I went to school to take part in a live calligraphy competition." Hearing this news, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. I have won many awards in this field before, but I have always been unable to find the feel recently, and my calligraphy level has been at a low ebb. I have always been proud, and finally I chose to let go for fear of failure.
I regretted it when I learned that my replacement had won the prize and could participate in a more advanced competition. Maybe, maybe I won't let go, and that person at the moment will be me. Because of this, I became depressed.
Until you appeared, I lit a lamp in my heart. I met you in a book named after you. You are best at happy games. Similarly, you shared this happiness with me. You told me that there is nothing wrong with choosing, and letting go is also a kind of beauty. At first, I didn't have to bear mental pressure. You said that everything has two sides, and trying to find the sadness behind it will be the most unique happiness. The mountain is majestic because it is flat; The reason why the sea is rough is that it has let go of its tranquility.
Since then, I have found my former happiness. Pogliana, because of the happy game you taught me, I am far away from sadness at this moment. Although the book is gone, we have always been together, and you will always live in my little house.
You are in my heart 15 "sasha vujacic ..." What's that sound? Yes, it's the sound of sweeping the floor. So the figure of the man reappeared in front of my eyes.
Haha, you can buy a lot! On Saturday, I happily took the ten dollars my mother gave me and rode my bike to the supermarket. In front of the supermarket, a man caught my attention-a cleaner. She is wearing a gray undershirt, a yellow straw hat and a pair of black cloth pants, which is very ordinary. But somehow, my steps slowed down and my eyes gradually focused on her.
I saw her sweeping intently with a broom in one hand and a dustpan with a long handle in the other. She looked at every pedestrian and vehicle with unspeakable satisfaction.
At this time, three boys aged 14 or 15 came. They are eating snacks. There is a trash can by the roadside. As if I didn't see it, I threw the snack bag in front of the supermarket. After seeing it, the cleaner shook his head gently, but said nothing, quietly walked over, swept away the snack bag and returned to the original place. The cleaner took one look at the three boys, and the boys saw her, too. In the blink of an eye, they blushed and walked past her with their heads down.
Then, she drove the car to the next place ... It didn't seem strange, but I was deeply moved-look at the beads of sweat rolling on her sallow face, and look at the garbage truck next to her, which was almost full-he swept for a long time and many places.
He's still sweeping, and he's sweeping harder and harder. The cicada singing in the roadside trees was gradually swallowed up by the sweeping sound, but she forgot everything.
The voice of "sasha vujacic" rang in my ear again.