In the vast sea of people, we are like water drops in the sea, and we don't know where the next second is. On that day, fate brought us together. How lucky we are to come together, enjoying sunshine, laughter and ideals, and sharing wind and rain, pain and tears.
I remember that day, we met in that strange classroom, a little curious, a little wary and a little strange. Ask others' names over and over again, and introduce yourself over and over again. In this repeated process over and over again, we gradually became familiar with it. We get along day and night, so familiar, as if we know every corner of each other's hearts; We are close at hand, and we are so careful, just like drinking with a group of people who don't know anything.
Sometimes, we are friends, joking together, enjoying the taste of youth together, and sharing every happy minute together. Sometimes, we are like enemies. When we just vowed to die of old age, time quietly stole our hatred and anger …
We grew up together, watching the familiar faces around us fade away and mature; The curiosity and excitement when I first entered high school gradually turned into friendship and sadness with the passage of time. In the past three years, we have been studying and chatting under the same roof and by the same window, celebrating every success we have achieved and undertaking every failure we have encountered. ...
Now, we have to leave the former campus, the former classroom, the former teacher, the former friend, the former confidant, the former laughter and tears.
Graduation photo, classmates, they are coming to us, because we are about to part. Everything will end ... time flies, watering our youth and dreams, nurturing our friendship and hearts. May today be eternal and our future. We will take this yearning and move forward towards the ideal. This memory will not change with the passage of time. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
Let's not cry, even if we are about to part. Don't wash away our sadness with tears, let us smile with excited tears in the future, the day we meet again.
I'm leaving on the third day.
Zhang Ailing once said that some things become fashionable prose when written down. I wrote it down. I don't know if it counts.
Lonely swing
When I first entered junior high school, I spent a whole week getting familiar with the terrain of the campus, because the surrounding plants and air will be the testimony of my three years of lonely listening.
That's when I found this place.
The high iron shelf, drooping chains and hard boards make up this old-fashioned and simple swing, which looks lonely in the corner.
I sat barefoot on it, rocking gently, and the wind blew through my ears, up and down, which brought me a burst of dizziness, but there was a neurotic happiness that made me enjoy it.
The sunset is red kapok.
What I will never forget is the season when kapok blooms. There are countless flowers and plants on campus, but I love that old kapok plant alone.
In my spare time, I always like to lean on the trunk of the kapok tree, look up and count the countless buds, feel the fragmented sunshine between the gaps, and feel the lazy happiness due to the reflection on my face. Or just stand there and reach out to touch the mottled protrusions on the trunk.
Mature kapok falls one by one, just like the sunset in the evening across the blue sky, across the campus, across all the students, and then falls heavily on the thick land, bang, bang. Seeing the sunset red of kapok is so old, it is as real as the sunset, which makes the beautiful mood hang high, but the beauty is crumbling.
Withered lily
Green leaves are tough and green, and petals are white and fragrant. Green shoots are strong and full. I am a flower lover. On a whim, I bought some blooming lilies from the florist. I don't know how to treat each other, so I just use clean water to irrigate them and put them on the windowsill of the dormitory. When I went to sleep and woke up, I couldn't help but stop and admire, look around and be filled with joy.
But the more beautiful it is, the dimmer it will be, yellow and withered, like waste paper. I don't want to be broken from the branches and lose my soul. I can't be a strong walking corpse. Would rather self-destruct to describe ferocious, discarded.
In this way, this short and hopeless beauty goes deep into the bone marrow, which makes people nostalgic.
It's the third day, and I'm about to leave, leaving the grass and trees that have been listening to me for three years alone. Swing is used to loneliness because of his busy studies; The kapok period has passed; Lily withered, too. What can I miss?
I thought I could leave gracefully, but I finally found myself used to life at this time, whether it was swing or kapok. There are other things I haven't mentioned, and I will forget them eventually. Knowing that I would share, I wanted to escape, and finally found that I was afraid to leave. ...
The third article: 600 words in the third grade parting composition.
Looking at, looking at, looking at that familiar and increasingly blurred face, my heart hurts, and my mind is in chaos-my best friend is leaving me, moving to other places with her family, and she is also taking away my old comfort. At this moment, I am like a flower in a vase, still alive, but less angry.
My friend, please don't spare time and leave in a hurry. Let me look at you again and hold your hands tightly, because they are so familiar and hot. You once gave me a helping hand as a student who was about to be eliminated by the teacher, pulled me out of the cold years, got rid of the darkness shrouded in my heart, and let me see the light. Now that you're leaving me, I'll still hold your hand and look at you. It was getting dark, and the gentle breeze blew, which messed up my hair and also revealed my reluctance and helplessness.
Friend, don't leave in a hurry, let me look at you again and lean on your shoulder again, because it is so strong and warm; I used to cry like a child, lean on your shoulder, and pour out my inner sadness and pain with my tears and sobs. Really, I was so sad at that time, so sad, but so relieved, because after all, I had a harbor to talk to. Now, you're leaving, and I'm still leaning on your shoulder, as if I'm back in the past, just like that girl, only this time I told you with tears, expressing my reluctance and helplessness.
How I wish you could stay. Everything is in this silence, but that's impossible.
In this parting station, the wind is blowing in a roll, mixed with a few leaves, blowing feebly. I stood there alone with tears in my eyes and sincerely said' goodbye' to you, but I believe that you won't be too far away from me. Even if we live far apart, we will feel the same. I believe that even though we are separated from Wan Li, our friendship will be close at hand. I think that in the near future, we will meet again and relive this friendship.
Friends, miss each other, we won't be too far apart.
Article 4: Break up in the third grade.
In everyone's heart, there will be tears, smiles and regrets ... everyone's emotional experience is different, some people laugh, some people are sad, some people are happy, some people are sad ... and mine is actually a sad cry and a helpless cry.
Everyone says that "maternal love is like water", but in my eyes, it is not like this, because my mother seldom cares about my life, and my grandmother has been taking care of me all these years.
I remember that day was the day before I went to middle school. My mother is going to my grandmother's house because she is not feeling well. I told her that I would go to middle school tomorrow and I could only go home once a week. I said to my mother, "I live with my grandmother, eat her, wear her and use her." My grandmother is too old to give me that much money. You are my mother, so you should care about me and be considerate of her. " My mother felt unhappy after listening to what I said. She suddenly stood up from her chair and said loudly, "Xiao Hai, she is your grandmother, and she has the responsibility to raise you. Besides, I have given your tuition to your grandmother. Can't she take care of your diet? " It is better not to have this grandmother. "I listened, tears fell like running water. Not convinced, I continued to argue with my mother. I don't know when grandma stood outside the door, looking at her gray hair and silent eyes. My tears kept falling like water that opened the floodgate. I took grandma's hand and left her alone in the yard. ...
The next morning, I waited for the bus on the road after breakfast. When my grandmother put me on the bus, she repeatedly told me to be careful and take care of myself ... I looked at the way home, but my mother didn't show up. I looked up at the sun in the sky. It is so round and gives off dazzling light. The "DuDu" bus started, and grandma still stared at the car body affectionately, standing there for a long time, looking at the fading figure. I couldn't help sticking my head out of the car and shouting to my grandmother, "Goodbye, grandma." I can't bear to stand there alone. I hope my shouts can make my grandmother turn around and go home, but my grandmother still stands silently, like a strong warrior and a beautiful goddess, protecting my growth and giving me strength. I couldn't help thinking, tears poured down again, and the car had turned over several mountains, but I cried even more sadly.
This sadness is to cherish grandma's aging figure, to give up the disappearance of grandma's loving face, and to miss the parting moment.
The fifth article: the third grade, the pain of parting _ composition 400 words
This day has finally come, and the mood is like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, all kinds of ups and downs. Today, we cherish every class, even every minute. Even Harry, who likes to make trouble, became serious.
How time flies! It will be afternoon before you know it. In history class, the teacher sang "Come on" by Han Hong at our invitation, and our eyes were wet. Next, it's our turn. Balloon is our representative. "I sang that you should cry." "Sing, we want to hear." Then applause rang out in the classroom. "The first time you sat with me, my palm was empty ~ ~ ~ ~"
I remember that everyone was unfamiliar when I first entered this class, but soon everyone became good friends. There are also teachers who teach us wholeheartedly and let me learn a lot. The most important thing is that I learned to be strong. "I can't bear to part with it, and time can't go back ~ ~" I cried, and everyone shed tears.
In a blink of an eye, the third class has already started, after the teacher finished the exam. The math teacher is here. "For three years, I worked for three years. You are the last students I taught. " The teacher's eyes are moist.
Ban Ren didn't say much. She asked us to sing the Oroqen Sonata for the last time. Undoubtedly, the conductor is still a "balloon". Who let her be a talented woman? We sang this song for three years, and it was with this song that our class won the championship in the middle of the chorus competition. "There is a big forest in the high Daxinganling Mountains, where there are brave Oroqen people ~ ~ ~" We all cried. You can also contribute, so we still insist on singing. After all, this is the last time. The teacher came down to shake hands and hug with us. The teacher's eyes were red and tears came out of them. The math teacher's tears kept falling like running water.
Parting is also beautiful.
The ancients Su Shi once said: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. All good things must come to an end, but people always have to face parting. Once friendship turned into tears and spread quietly everywhere. -inscription
The cicada in summer came to us with the hot sunshine. Drive away the drizzle in spring and the happy time. What we welcome is only the tears before separation, which seep into our hearts drop by drop ... Time turns the world quietly and gently! How many fleeting years, lost in the countercurrent of time! Our young hearts, as bright as cherry blossoms, bloomed in that winter, but withered in this summer! Everyone seems to feel the sadness before separation, so everyone carefully protects their friendship. How I wish time could stay on the shore; How I wish time would stop; How I wish I could turn back the clock! Let's cherish the beautiful friendship once again, let's share this tacit silence, and let's feel the laughter and laughter of the past again ... the past frolicking is vivid in our minds, and tears can't help falling. Today, all our smirking friends have disappeared, leaving only silence ... At that moment in tear drops, we suddenly found ourselves so fragile that we couldn't stand the slightest wind and rain. Parting, gathering and parting, how many cycles of the sun and the moon, how many flowers bloom and fall, always accompanied by parting. The ancients often said: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." In this case, isn't it a kind of beauty to leave? I knew her a long time ago, but we have been apart for a longer time. When we parted, we were happy and generous from different angles. Some are tragedies and some are happiness. "Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun", which is a happy parting; "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more", which is the tragic parting of flowers; "I advise you to drink more wine. There is no reason for people to go out in the West." This is a sad parting of friends. Life is always accompanied by parting, different parting deduces different lives, it interprets people's thoughts and feelings, and it tells the warmth and coldness of the world.
When the sunset is about to sink into the earth, it casts the most unforgettable and dazzling light on the world, which is its reluctance to the world; When the fallen leaves fall from the branches, their flying posture tells us the changes of seasons; When the dawn shines on your window, it tells us that the night has quietly left. I know that there is an insurmountable distance between each other's lives and an insurmountable gap between each other's banks; I know that the tiny fragments of flying fingertips, the wandering teenagers who have nowhere to put them, like dreams, melodies and beautiful scenery, are all entangled in endless fingertips; I know that the cycle of the sun and the moon, blooming and falling, is already a part that must be experienced! However, when "China keeps our friendship and heaven is still our neighbor" is about to leave, why not be as optimistic as a poet? Why not interpret parting as a necessary landscape in life?
Pavilions can't stay prosperous for long, and rain falls on and I wonder how many blossoms were broken? In the season of parting, the dying of ink leaves is swaying quietly in the warm wind, and the birds in my ears are like gorgeous sonatas hovering on the black and white keys, singing the most prosperous songs hidden in the season. At the end of the song, people dispersed, waved to each other, and there was nothing to say. It floated in the sea of flowers between the fingers, just like the melodious sound of nature on the strings of the guzheng, and it waved the strongest stroke in the harmonious picture. Look at the bustling forest where autumn leaves fall, and the flowers dancing with the wind are dotted with the beauty of leaving people!
The sea smiles, smiles at the breeze and smiles at the years. Flowers bloom and fall, but I cherish the fact that people gathered and dispersed in an instant. Mo Wen's "there is no reason why there is no sunshine in the west", don't forget "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor!"
Friends, let's bury our memories in each other's hearts and let this friendship become the epitome of history and the dream of the future! Let this tear turn into a smile, and let laughter fill our lives again; Friends, let's dry our tears at this parting moment and wish each other well. I believe parting is also beautiful. ...