The fish said to water: "You can't see my tears, because I am in the water." Water said: "I can feel your tears, because you are in my heart."
I don’t know when it started, but you have quietly entered my heart and taken root in my heart. I watered you with my tears and kept growing. Slowly, your overgrown leaves have filled my heart. Suddenly I remembered a saying: The place in a person's heart is very small. If one person comes in, someone must leave. You will always be in my heart and no one will take your place. Life is so long, why wait a few years for you!
You are in my heart, always helping me remember those beautiful past. On that path, you helped me remember the scenery we had walked together; in that movie, you helped me remember the clear plot; on that rainy day, you helped me remember the scene of holding an umbrella together.
You are in my heart, let me cherish every moment with you, let me cherish your kindness to me. I still remember this sentence in the book: Please cherish the people around you who are kind to you, because they might not be so kind to you. Perhaps because of this, I am willing to spend my whole life just for Bojun to smile; I am willing to wait for a thousand years just to pass by once.
Because you are in my heart, so I am willing to be that shark in the blue and quiet depths of my heart, and I will still shed tears for you; because you are in my heart, so I am willing to be that firework that no one will ever understand how warm the dust it turns into is, and still stick to my persistence; because you are in my heart, I am willing to be that person who waits in the dim light when you look back. The people still stay where they are. Maybe just because you are in my heart, I choose to be silent. I am willing to be that bird without wings that will never fly across the sea.
Desolation itself is a kind of preservation. Because of silence, you will never understand the deep emotions it contains. Maybe it's just because you are in my heart!
You are in my heart
Sitting quietly in the classroom, looking at this familiar classroom and the faces of the familiar teachers and classmates, looking at the blackboard that is updated every day With the countdown, I can’t help but feel that my junior high school life is coming to an end. Those past junior high school memories are like flowers that bloom quietly in my heart and will never wither.
You are in my heart, a kind teacher and warm actions.
That time, I failed the math test. I had never experienced the feeling of not getting the average score of the class, so I was in a bad mood. Especially when I saw the teacher, I felt very guilty. I originally thought that the teacher would lose confidence in me, but the teacher not only didn’t say anything about my grades, but also gave me test papers to do, and carefully tutored me on the questions, which made me regain my confidence; that time , I didn’t have the courage to be the monitor and always declined in front of the teacher, but the teacher gave me the greatest encouragement. She said she had confidence in me. Because of this, I accepted the position and thus trained myself; that time ...
You are in my heart, a forever friend, a united collective.
That time, our class participated in the tug-of-war competition. With our united efforts and shouting our slogans, we entered the finals. In the end, we girls lost, but we still stood on the sidelines to support the boys. Come on, shouting our slogans, when the boys won, everyone forgot about the failure a few minutes ago and laughed happily; that time, I completely lost my direction in physics, so I always did the questions, I read the information book, but I still didn’t understand a lot, so I kept asking my classmates. They were always very enthusiastic to help me and patiently gave me guidance, and I finally made some progress; that time...
You are in my heart, the sweat of struggle and the joy of success.
Since entering junior high school, life has really changed a lot. There are more courses and the competition has become increasingly fierce. For the goal in my heart, I always have to work hard. Even if I encounter setbacks occasionally, I never lower my head. Even if I occasionally feel sad about poor grades, I never lose confidence. Even if I feel tired sometimes, I still Hold on. Finally, achieved a good ranking.
There will always be some memories in everyone's heart that you cannot erase. Junior high school life is one of them. It is a symbol of youth. In the era of youth, we enjoy the beauty of friendship and enjoy Living with the happiness of struggle, enjoying the most beautiful friendship between teachers and students... Those junior high school lives will always have ripples in my heart.
You are in my heart
"Do you have me in your heart?"
"Of course!"
"Then you will always be there Are you so nice to me?"
"That goes without saying."
Thinking of our conversations and our memories, I know you are in my heart.
Once upon a time, we were sitting under the moonlight, and I was lying in your arms, counting the stars in the night sky, "One, two ---" until the moment I was dazzled, I shouted loudly: "I don't want to count anymore, I want the brightest star." Then he smiled coquettishly at you. You suddenly stood up and hugged me tightly, "Okay, I will definitely pick it for you." "What about you?" "I No need, because you are in my heart, you are the brightest star in my heart---"
Once upon a time, we played together at the beach, and you held my hand and ran and laughed-- -We stood side by side, letting the waves beat on our legs and wet our clothes. We took a lot of photos until the sun went down and you held my hand and went home. "I want all of these photos from now on." Ah, this is a kind of souvenir." I said to you with a smile. You replied softly:
"Okay, I'll give it all to you, I don't want it anymore." "Why?" I said a little angry Asked. "Because you are in my heart, between us, I will never forget---"
Once upon a time, you took me to the garden, which was full of all kinds of colorful flowers. My son, there is a strong fragrance of flowers everywhere. Looking at you who are intoxicated in it, I point to the most beautiful peony flower and say: "Please pick it for me. I want this flower. Look at how beautiful it is." I really like it." You smiled at me and shook your head, telling me that you can't pick these flowers. It would be a pity to do so. "Huh! You don't like it, so of course you won't pick it." I shouted at you in anger. "No. Ah, I like flowers, because you are in my heart, and you are the most beautiful flower in my heart---"
"Do you have me in your heart?"
"Of course! "
"Then you will always be so kind to me?"
"That goes without saying."
But now, where are you? Love me. Where has that person gone? I want to tell you loudly that you are in my heart, in the warmest place in my heart; you are in my heart, in the most beautiful position in my heart; you are in my heart, because you occupy My whole heart ---
You are in my heart
My hopes are red and my dreams are green, just because you are in my heart_My Chinese.
Is that you? language. Beautiful, luxurious, graceful...I can't use any words to describe you. Li Bai's cloud sails embellish the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes are blurred by the sword light, Wen Tianxiang's passion echoes throughout Lingding... Because you are in my heart, Chinese, I understand ambition, perseverance, and patriotism! Inviting the bright moon to fill my arms, and raising my wine glass high into the distance, I wander in your poems, watching the fallen red turn into spring mud, sighing at the broken mountains and rivers of the country, praising the picking of chrysanthemums on the east fence, and singing about the supreme pride. In the arms of junior high school, I understand you and experience you.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the voice of my soul into wings and take me to fly.
Is that you? language. The separation of human relationships in the Grand View Garden, the three knots of righteousness in the Taoyuan, the entanglements on the West Meridian Road, and the heroic ambitions of righteousness gathered together. Because you are in my heart, I understand helplessness, unity, bravery, and loyalty! Just let the scattered flowers go and bury them! Give it a complete home; let it divide the world, fight! Give it a wonderful nirvana; let the monster come as it comes, fight! Give it a painful interpretation; just let him do whatever he wants and die! Give it a full splendor.
Just because you are in my heart, you have turned every masterpiece into a paving stone, supporting me to success.
Is that you? language. The current of the Miluo River is more ferocious, the sunset on the Yishui River is redder, and the water of Huanxi River is clearer and brighter. Because you are in my heart, I understand Qu Yuan's unrestrained spirit, admire Liu Bang's ambition, and sigh with emotion at Xi Shi's parting. I am carrying you in my arms and measuring the density of my heart, but I feel it is particularly heavy.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn every celebrity into a source of motivation and push me forward.
Chinese, just because you are in my heart, my hope makes you red, and my dream makes you green. Just because you are in my heart and my Chinese language, I won in 2008! Sing in the sky of 2008.
You are in my heart
The white clouds are still in love with the beautiful sunshine in the blue sky. This hot summer is as gentle as fire. This hot summer is your birthday, the child who has not grown up. I carry my wings and gently fly I took off my wings and painted a picture of happiness to give to you, my dear. I begged hard in front of the Buddha. May happiness fill your days. May happiness be by your side. For this reason, I promised to just look at you silently. I left with the memories. Yours is a blank memory, and the happiness flying in the sky guards me instead of my dear. Your unspeakable blessings are left in the depths of my heart forever, and the words "Dear, you are in my heart" are silently recited forever. 09.07. 18
You are in my heart
I remember when I was a child, I once curiously asked my mother, what are the rows in the bookcase? My mother smiled and replied: "It's a book, also called a literary work." From then on, you, literature, were like a small tree, taking root in my heart.
You keep growing in my heart, growing from a little seedling to a leafy tree. During this period, you have experienced so many things.
The first complete leaf you grow is the "Journey to the West" with both text and pictures. As a little me, in addition to sleeping and eating all day long, I just held the first gift you gave me, feeling the wit and bravery of Sun Wukong, the kindness of Tang Monk, the loyalty and honesty of Sha Monk, and the cunning tricks of goblins... That little "Journey to the West" has spent countless days and nights with me.
Not long after, you bloomed the first flower - it was "The Wizard of Oz". Not too old, I looked at the full text and swallowed. I was really afraid that I wouldn't understand it, but as I read it, I became addicted to it again.
The flowers have bloomed a lot, and it’s time to bear fruit. Helen Keller's "If You Give Me Three Days of Light" gave me a great feeling: How persevering Helen is! I was moved by that indomitable spirit. Literature, what kind of world have you brought to me!
In this way, you blossom and bear fruit again and again_from "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to "The Count of Monte Cristo"; from "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" to "Jane Eyre"; from "The Mysterious Island" to "The Count of Monte Cristo" "Dream of Red Mansions"... I'm afraid I couldn't finish this process even if I talked about it in one day, and what more have you brought to me? That Gong Zizhen's dedication spirit of "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers"; that Wen Tianxiang's awe-inspiring righteousness of "Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history"; that Lu You's "Wang Shibei set the day for the Central Plains, The patriotism of "Don't forget to report the family sacrifices to Naiwen"... Literature, you bloom too many flowers and bear many fruits. My heart is almost completely occupied by you.
Literature, you will always be in my heart.
You are in my heart
You are in my heart
There are too many people in my heart, and deep in my heart, I am the most What I like is Qingzhao. Your elegance, your heroism, your talent... all hold a special place in my heart.
You are full of talents, but God must be jealous of you, allowing you to stay in the boudoir, holding a solitary lamp and drinking wine, uttering the melancholy thoughts of "misery and sorrow". I recall that in the past, my husband said, "I will carry my suitcase far away." "You" forgot you deep in the boudoir, waiting for many years, but only waited for the tragic news that your husband was dead. The word "sorrow" shrouded your brow, but you sang a cheerful "Like a Dream Ling" ": "Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons" is your hearty smile when you are "intoxicated and don't know the way back."
You are the one who has been shaped by Yuxiu’s soul and is filled with Yuxiu’s fragrance; your beautiful body is reflected in the soft waves, and it is you who are rippling in the water; it is you who stands alone in the empty boudoir and secretly expresses melancholy; your heart is open-minded You are the one who is heroic and full of passion...
Yi An, I will never forget your innocence and innocence of "leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums"; I will never forget your innocence of "just raising your eyebrows, but caring about your heart". The love is sincere; I will never forget your leisurely and comfortable time when the sun sets in the creek pavilion, "stirring up a beach of gulls and herons; I will never forget your misery and misery..."; I will never forget you...
Qingzhao , you went down with the Southern Song Dynasty just to forget all the painful and sad things. How could you be afraid that the Shuangxi boat could not carry your delicate feelings? Where is the happiness you are looking for so hard? Finally, you still expressed your heroic emotion: "You will be a hero in life, and you will be a ghost in death."
Oh! Qingzhao, you are always so sentimental. During the Double Ninth Festival, the mist fills the air, the melancholy clouds are bleak, and the coolness penetrates my heart. It is difficult for you to express your feelings, so that you are extremely haggard. You have to say, "There is no way to lose your soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." "Poetry.
Oh! Qingzhao, a generation of graceful poet, how many people resonate with you about your "tragedy and sorrow", how many people shed tears after reading this, and how many people marvel at your talent; and your "life" "A great man will die as a ghost." How many people lamented this, how many people took it as their motto, and how many people were surprised by your heroic side.
Yi An, I like your graceful voice of "searching and searching, deserted, miserable..." makes me feel emotional, and I also like your "born as a great person," The heroic voice of "Death is also a ghost hero" shocked me...
Qingzhao, you are in my heart!
You are in my heart
The patter of rain is like a six-stringed harp, the tinkling sound is so melodious, the fragrance of gardenia fills the humid youth years, and walks into the world full of sunshine and rain. Once upon a time...
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Sitting on the grass and watching the spring sunshine together. As bright as your eyes, you faced the bright sunshine and smiled warmly, as beautiful as a gardenia blooming. The trivial happiness in the spring is engraved with the mark of friendship. I gently wrote "You are in my heart" on your palm. From that moment on, your smile as pure as a gardenia was engraved in my heart.
In my heart, you!
On the day I met you not long ago, outside the window, it was a hot summer day, and the chirping of cicadas made me feel a little sleepy while sitting in the classroom. The teacher's voice echoed in my ears. At this time, it became a lullaby to urge me to sleep. A burst of heavenly sound pulled me out of my deep sleepiness. I rubbed my hazy eyes, braced myself, and walked towards you. You showed me a gardenia-like smile and explained the problems in class. When you told it once, I shook my head blankly; the second time, I still didn't understand; I planned to turn around and leave, thinking that you might be impatient.
You looked at me and said, "You know? Persistence is the wing of dreams. Only persistence can lead to your own road to success. Don't be stumped by a question!" You took the trouble to explain it over and over again, but I still seemed to be I didn't listen, my mind was filled with your gardenia smile and warm tone, and there was no room for anything else. Since then, I have truly realized that your gardenia-like plain, warm, and refined appearance contains a tenacious and persistent life.
In my heart, you!
Remember the gardenia puzzle we completed together? The elegant gardenia and the bright sunshine behind us are both fixed on the puzzle that symbolizes the "eternal promise". I still remember you lying in front of the desk, a few strands of bangs slightly covering your eyes, looking at your serious look, and contrasting with the gardenias you were piecing together, an indescribable harmony, and the beautiful scene was like Appears like this. Looking at the completed puzzle again, you smile again, as beautiful as a gardenia blooming.
I once said to you: "I hope you can smile like a gardenia forever. This is our agreement!" Only then did I realize that you are the gardenia angel from heaven, chosen by God. Only after being driven out of heaven can it live in my heart.
The years of youth, the fragrance of gardenia. Unknowingly, you are already in my heart and can never leave.
You are in my heart
I found it! In you, I found our happiness
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I like to slide barefoot alone by the muddy and soft stream, watching time disappear into the golden kiss between heaven and earth Here; I like to walk quickly and deeply alone in the sun-heated downtown area, watching the bustling crowds perform a song of joys and sorrows; I like to hold an umbrella and walk slowly in the wanton grass, to see whether the washed soul is Reflecting the ambiguity and hypocrisy of the sun; I like to walk alone among the rivers and mountains, looking at the enchanting mountains and rivers of the motherland... So, my footprints have been to many places since I was a child, but in you, I found Unprecedented happiness.
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Namtso, she smiled sweetly. This is the happiness of Tibetans.
I remember that I went there with a mystery in mind. In my memory, I always feel that she is like a dream covered with gauze, which makes people feel mysterious, but they can't help but want to reveal its true face. But in fact, that was not the case. She was so calm that it was disappointing. I rode on horseback and swam slowly around the lake. I saw the yak wagging its tail and shaking its head, and immediately the silver bells snickered crisply; I saw the dark-faced Tibetans sitting on the ground, gazing affectionately at the sky, water, The state of the four-in-one of mountains and people, with no expression at all; I saw the passionate and energetic Zangzi dancing in the sun, so happy that it seemed tireless; I saw... all of this, It dumped the snow-capped mountains and dumped me even more. Writers can praise her with words, painters can decorate her with colors, singers can sing her praises with melodies, but what can I do? I could only stare at her blankly, feel her coolness with my hands, taste her fragrance with my tongue, and search for its elegance with my heart...
She smiled again, smiling sweetly, leaving only The backs of Tibetan people and me. Savoring its elegance, solemnity and transparency is happiness for me and the Tibetans.
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He is invincible in the Potala Palace. This is the monk's happiness.
Following the footsteps of pilgrims, I came to the Potala Palace again. The first impression he gave me was that he was wearing heavy makeup. Colorful colors are painted on the white or deep red walls. However, it is not dazzling at all. No matter how dazzling the color is, it is blended into the rich and mellow aroma of butter tea and the rich simplicity of the prayer wheel. Centuries of treasures, countless dzi beads, thangkas, and countless rooms have formed a natural maze that makes people dazzled and confused. The monks knocked on the old wooden fish quietly, shook their heads, and muttered something unknown. Their eyes were full of filth, like those of great wise men, with history precipitated in their eyes. I know that this is them telling the legend of the Potala Palace and the heartbeat of the Potala Palace. The dim lights, thick stones, solemn standing walls, and crimson cushions describe the invincibility of the Potala Palace.
I nestled on the strong shoulders of the Potala Palace and felt the happiness that belonged to me and the monks.
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In the Jokhang Temple, he smiled proudly, which is the happiness of pilgrims.
The Jokhang Temple is an almost perfect temple. It is a psychedelic palace that blends the blazing sunshine, low-hanging clouds, lazy footsteps and inexplicable excitement. Devout believers come from thousands of miles to worship this temple. The 12-year-old gold-plated statue of Sakyamuni is their ultimate dream. On the way to the Jokhang Temple, I met a man kowtowing his head for the first time. Their eyes were staring straight at the sky, they were muttering to themselves, and their hands were wearing special wooden gloves. Clap three times, quietly and loudly. After three very beautiful clasped hands, they took another big step forward and suddenly threw themselves to the ground, creating a thin burst of flying dust. Most of them were gray-faced, and the aprons around their waists had long been worn and mottled. Without exception, there were thick calluses on their foreheads... What moved me was the solemnity of the ceremony and the beauty of the form. I think this is An otherworldly piece of performance art. I looked at them with admiration, and I didn't even dare to breathe for fear of alarming them.
The pilgrimage route centered on the Jokhang Temple is another type of pilgrimage ceremony. It is said that for pilgrims, turning the prayers is a common practice. If they cannot turn the prayers that day, it means that life has stopped and the next life can begin. If you die on the pilgrimage, it will still be an extraordinary blessing. I suddenly discovered that their skin was very old. Maybe this was the imprint left by piety!
Looking at the Jokhang Temple with admiration brings happiness to me and the pilgrims.
Tibet, you have brought me too much happiness. I realized the true meaning of your unique existence: one Buddha, one world, one person, one heaven. Your art, your beauty, is not luxurious, but simple and noble, simple and rich, unparalleled. You are in my heart, and happiness is even more in my heart.
Instructor: Xu Jing
You are in my heart
You are in my heart
What is the power that makes me succeed again and again? Stand up from setbacks and regain your confidence?
What is the magic that allows me to maintain a bright smile no matter what the difficult situation?
What is the charm that allows me to still have a touch of warmth in my heart even when I am lonely and deserted at night?
What is...?
I tried my best to rock the boat and search and observe in the lake of memory. Until the boat reached the deepest part of the lake, I was attracted by a bright light and stopped the rocking boat. That beam of light was shining brightly, and the whole lake was full of vitality. Seeing me, it seemed to spiritually weaken the light so that I could get closer to the light source. When I got close to the light source, I was stunned. There were many heart-shaped bubbles floating above the center of the lake. Although there were some differences in each of them, the only thing that remained consistent was the red color that warmed the heart. It was so red. People are intoxicated, and even their minds begin to become confused. Taking a closer look, the large and small bubbles actually presented warm pictures: a group of friends and I were playing and chatting happily in the park; grandma was busy in the kitchen, filling the dining table with my My favorite dish; after finishing some housework, my face was covered with big beads of sweat, but I was smiling from ear to ear because of my parents’ words, “The child has really grown up”;…Look at it As I listened, I couldn't help but smile again, and my heart felt warm. _Ah, isn't this feeling what I have been looking for for a long time?
The friendship with my classmates, the meticulous care and constant encouragement from my elders, the help and appreciation from the people around me... all of this, in the final analysis, is still a " The word "love"!
The power of love is the greatest in the world; the magic of love is beyond the reach of any magician; the charm of love cannot be replaced by any so-called beautiful and precious things... That's why I will Put it in the deepest part of your heart. < /p>
"I know from afar that when brothers climb to a high place, one of them will be short of a dogwood tree." There is also a need for love between brothers and sisters...
The world needs love, society needs love, and everyone needs love. Life becomes beautiful because of love. I want to dedicate my love to everyone around me and decorate this lovely world with love. Because love is in my heart.
You are in my heart
Life is a long road, and you are everywhere in my life.
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I know, you are nature. You use your beautiful smile to melt the winter snow; you use your soft singing to make the flowers burst into purple and red; you use your warm embrace to make the grass excitedly show green; you use your gentle breeze to fill the world with the breath of spring.
A fallen leaf
The autumn wind was blowing, and the autumn leaves were hanging on the branches and shaking, and there was a danger of falling at any time. At this moment, a strong wind blew, and several The leaf couldn't hold on any longer, struggled a few times on the tree, then trembled slightly and fell from the air to the ground, lying still. I looked at the path in front of me and saw only pieces of yellow and dry fallen leaves covering the path. People walking on the road stepped on the leaves, making a scary sound. I was fascinated by this scenery. Just when I was fascinated, a leaf fell on my head. I looked at this leaf like a person falling from the highest point to the lowest point. I couldn't help but reflect you in my head. heart.
A piece of snow
Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and soon they are covered with a layer of snow. Something terrible is coming. The snow was so white that I shivered suddenly
I remembered that when I peeked at other people's papers during the exam and thought of doing something bad, that's when I suddenly felt my heartbeat speeding up. It's so fast that I have an ominous premonition. I don't know why. My heart is so confused. Why can't we be as white as flowers? Why can't we be as generous as snowflakes? We need to be secretive. You are a snowflake in my heart.
Nuo is also so strong, Snowflake is so white and generous, you are in my heart Snowflake, Fallen Leaf, I will always remember you in my heart.
You are in my heart
You are in my heart
Hopes are red and dreams are green, just because you are in my heart_My Chinese.
Is that you? language. Beautiful, luxurious, graceful...I can't use any words to describe you.
Li Bai's cloud sails embellish the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes are blurred by the sword light, Wen Tianxiang's passion echoes throughout Lingding... Because you are in my heart, Chinese, I understand ambition, perseverance, and patriotism! Inviting the bright moon to fill my arms, and raising my wine glass high into the distance, I wander in your poems, watching the fallen red turn into spring mud, sighing at the broken mountains and rivers of the country, praising the picking of chrysanthemums on the east fence, and singing about the supreme pride. In the arms of junior high school, I understand you and experience you.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the voice of my soul into wings and take me to fly.
Is that you? language. The separation of human relationships in the Grand View Garden, the three knots of righteousness in the Taoyuan, the entanglements on the West Meridian Road, and the heroic ambitions of righteousness gathered together. Because you are in my heart, I understand helplessness, unity, bravery, and loyalty! Just let the scattered flowers go and bury them! Give it a complete home; let it divide the world, fight! Give it a wonderful nirvana; let the monster come as it comes, fight! Give it a painful interpretation; just let him do whatever he wants and die! Give it a full splendor.
Just because you are in my heart, you have turned every masterpiece into a paving stone, supporting me to success.
Is that you? language. The current of the Miluo River is more ferocious, the sunset on the Yishui River is redder, and the water of Huanxi River is clearer and brighter. Because you are in my heart, I understand Qu Yuan's unrestrained spirit, admire Liu Bang's ambition, and sigh with emotion at Xi Shi's parting. I am carrying you in my arms and measuring the density of my heart, but I feel it is particularly heavy.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn every celebrity into a source of motivation and push me forward.
Chinese, just because you are in my heart, my hope makes you red, and my dream makes you green. Just because you are in my heart and my Chinese language, I won in 2008! Sing in the sky of 2008.