That green line, once, once, was where everyone's eyes and hopes beat.
There was almost no sound in the ward, except for the rapid heartbeat because of sadness and the stubborn and slight footsteps of the emergency doctor. Nothing, nothing ...
Everyone's state is static, but they still can't hide their inner fears. This is really the most horrible thing in the world, and it simply takes people's souls away!
They just looked at him, their eyes full of hope, love, fear and sadness. They held hands tightly, no, never! How great is he? How can he? ...
And he is quiet, quiet, lying on that cold bed. He looks like an angel, an angel who brings warmth to the world. You know, he will be tired, too. No, he's asleep. What a handsome and kind expression! In fact, people don't want him to sleep longer! However, the country needs him, the people need him and everyone needs him. ...
His wife came in quietly. With the help of the nurse, she looked at him. He is her beloved husband! A teenager who sent a deep love letter thousands of miles away, accompanied his wife under the book of Haitang ... Time really makes people grow old, and a faint love has really gone through half a century. Besides, the warmth will never die. I remember a few days ago, he once smiled and said to her, "In fact, I still have a lot of words in my stomach!" " "And she, looking at his childish dimples, replied softly," Me too, there are still many things I haven't told you! " "She thought, just bury these words in my heart! forever and always ...
The clock on the wall rang and another minute passed. Now every minute is so long. Wait! The green line began to blink uneasily and beep. Oh, my god What the hell is going on! Under people's painful gaze, the lines slow down, slow down, slow down … until they become a straight line, a ferocious knife! Oh, my god How come, how come ...
All the hearts were hollowed out, and there was nothing standing there. Only his wife came to the bed trembling, stroked his gray hair and kissed him deeply on the forehead.
The room was strangely quiet, only echoing the trembling call: "You left, how did you leave ... why didn't you wait for me ..." A tear fell on his thin face, melting happiness.
Everyone was in tears, watching the dying old man kiss her lover goodbye. They are all recalling that a few months ago, before his last operation, when he entered the operating room, he was still looking for someone to talk to. Half a month ago, he met foreign guests with swollen feet and ill-fitting cloth shoes. A few hours ago, he was still in a coma and said, "I have nothing to do here." Take care of comrades who need it more. " Now, now. ...
Suddenly, the earth-shattering cry turned into a piece! People have never been so sad, people have never been so lost and at a loss. There is no sound, no language to express this feeling. He is a lamp that guides the ship forward. He is a fire, burning himself and bringing light to the people. In this devil's decade, if it weren't for him, what kind of abyss of destruction would we go? Oh, my God, he's gone ... he's gone ... We love you! Don't go! We want you to stay, stay. ...
The sky outside the window began to turn white, like a pale twisted face, crying and heartbroken.
2. Prairie Farewell (Imitation+Continuation) The Mongolian host sang and danced with the guests, and unconsciously the sun had set.
A touch of sunset lazily shines on the vast grassland, and the leaves shine golden in the sunset. This painting looks quiet and serene.
Outside the milky white yurt, the host reluctantly bid farewell to his Han friends. Their warm hands shook hands with the guests, and they reluctantly said ... "Thank you for your warm hospitality today, which allowed us to taste a lot of food, enjoy the grassland scenery and watch your beautiful national dance! If there is an opportunity, you can come to our city, but it has a different taste! " A guest came forward to shake hands with them. The host's heart was warm, and they passed by-a few hugs, a few warmth, smiles on their faces, but more reluctant to part.
"Thank you, our friend, you are always welcome in the beautiful prairie!" People on the grassland said together. When the guests get on the bus, they don't look ahead, but they still look at the owner of the grassland, and their love for the grassland is still lingering.
When the guests walked on the grassland, they only felt that sincere friendship surrounded them. Their hearts are warm and their hands are warm, as if they were being held by someone. Why can't you bear to say goodbye to the grassland? When can we meet again? Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? When the guest's car drove slowly forward, he didn't see the owner still waving.
The sky above the grassland is particularly cheerful because there is no shelter, and the grassland thousands of miles away is not empty. It is green, moving and full of vitality.
How to write a composition about "farewell" At the farewell party, I really couldn't bear to let him go. Now that he is leaving, the students step onto the platform one by one, talking and crying. If anything happens, they call home and join the army.
I still remember at that time, my brother waved goodbye to us with tears in his eyes, and I couldn't help crying, because Wu Xunlei has been our classmate since grade one.
We are reluctant to let Wu Xunlei go, plus the standard salute.
"Goodbye, relatives! Goodbye and be happy forever. Instructor: Mr. Feng.
Step 2 say goodbye
My brother left and left our hometown, which made Wu Xunlei cry.
I also shed sad tears. I only silently wish Wu Xunlei in my heart. My uncle said, "Son, Taiwan Province Province is self-reliant, brother."
Brother reluctantly smiled and whispered, "Brother, stay, don't go, be obedient at home!" " "
"no! I don't know. The teacher called Wu Xunlei to the podium.
The teacher asked our whole class to give a farewell party to Wu Xunlei, and let the students talk about what they want to say to him one by one.
I listen, a stand at attention posture! You know, to be a soldier! "
"Mom, my son is gone, and some students wish Wu Xunlei all the best!" Aunt smiled! "I pushed him away and said crazily. My aunt ran to me and hugged me. Don't let others bully me, let your father rest assured! "
"I will, dad, don't worry, I'm still a soldier!"
"Hongming, some students wish Wu Xunlei good health, some students wish Wu Xunlei study and progress, and some students gave Wu Xunlei some small gifts!" Grandpa said desperately and happily, "son, don't worry about mom, take good care of the motherland." Wu Xunlei's good friend Wang Fangge cried with Wu Xunlei. I wish him progress in his studies, good health and the spirit of being a soldier. He won glory for himself and said sadly, "let your brother go!" "
At this time, after all, Wu Xunlei has been with my classmates for three years. You should take care: "Jun Jun, rush forward to hold my brother's hand and reluctantly say goodbye."
Today, the teacher told us that Wu Xunlei is going to Shenzhen with his mother, and where to transfer.
The students are very sad to go to school.
4. How to write a parting compositionNo. 1 ~
Parting is also a kind of enjoyment
It's the third grade, and it's already out of the mountain. ?
We are old before we are young, and we have come to the end of the third grade with our muddy eyes open in the sea of books. The sun is still shining, even * * *, and our black eyes seem to be gradually clear. Behind our sobriety, we are caught off guard. ?
As the old saying goes, "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar." Another cloud said, "There's no reason to go out to the Western Heaven." People are always keen on the joy when they get together, but they feel sad when they leave. In fact, parting is also a kind of enjoyment, because it can reproduce the warmth that you missed inadvertently. ?
The kind math teacher struggled to move his chubby body, and in the last few classes before graduation, everything somehow slowed down. There is nothing but writing and whispering, only the solemnity before parting, less solemnity and more helplessness. White chalk dust slowly falls along the sunshine, and the teacher's sweat flashes like a freeze in the summer sunshine. He asked us again and again, "Do you understand?" Then erase it and start over. It is also a dust of the sunset, bearing the love of three years' dedication, and the air is full of emotion. With the class * * *, his voice is hoarse and helpless. I hope this course has no end. Inexplicable, he undoubtedly gave us the most touching revelation-parting is a touching enjoyment. ?
Although the old class banned it, the classmate record was circulated in the "underground" with lightning speed, just to let the memory move on the paper with the simplest words in the last days. Some of the student records I have inadvertently browsed only shed the true feelings of the flashy appearance of the past. Everyone tries to leave his own shadow on a small piece of manuscript paper, and instills sincere thoughts and hearts with three years of getting along. Here, there is no ridicule and sarcasm, no inferiority and arrogance, only a real friend who never leaves-parting is a sincere enjoyment. ?
After killing our old class for three years, I finally couldn't hold back my tears. Only then can I understand that she has the softest place in her heart, which is inhabited by sixty crystal-pure and happy children. She is still rushing to arrange class affairs, but she is a little reluctant-parting is a cherished enjoyment. ?
Once scattered in the corner of love and beauty, quietly come in the parting, parting within reach but let us fondle admiringly. We have lost everything we thought, but we can enjoy it in parting and leave in enjoyment, just like a lost time. ?
the second
September 2008 14
I imagined the scene when I left countless times, and comforted myself countless times, which will gradually fade away with the passage of time. I said to myself countless times: never cry in front of her. Really on this day, when I left, I couldn't help but jump into her arms and let tears fly in this season.
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Prepare for this day early, hoping to give her some comfort. Sitting strangely quiet, waiting for her arrival. She always walks slowly to the podium, stands in a place she knows very well, bows slightly and says, "Hello, classmates!" " "Waiting for us to say," Hello, teacher! " He began to lecture in a unique tone. Her class is ordinary, but lively, and won't excite us, but she is very resistant to listening. Today, unlike the class a few days ago, we held a farewell party for her.
A few months ago, she was transferred to the Forestry Bureau. I should go to work at once, but I can't bear to be apart from us. I was afraid that leaving halfway would affect our grades, so I took a few months off and continued to teach us silently until the end of the school year. She left silently without even saying goodbye to us. A few days ago, I dialed her mobile phone number and informed her to come to our farewell party for her. I hung a colored bar for her and a banner with white characters on a red background, which said, "Teacher Joe, we love you forever", including our teacher-student relationship for five years. I bought her a quilt and a present, wishing her all the best in the future.
The second hand ticks, as if knocking on the hearts of six or seven students in the class. When the minute hand pointed to nine o'clock, she walked into the classroom that witnessed our growth and walked onto the podium with great familiarity. This action was once so familiar, but it became strange. It stung my eyes and my heart. Tears burst out, but I still stood up and poured out my familiar voice: "Mr. Joe, although you are no longer a teacher, I still can't help using this name because you will always be my teacher!" Another student stood up: "Mr. Joe, come back!" " ""Miss Qiao, I wish you all the best in the future "... The teacher cried, so fragile and sad that we were distressed. Several boys went to the podium and sang songs for her: "Miss Joe, I love you as mice love rice ..."
We cried, wrote our names on the banner, gave her the banner with everyone's names, gave her the prepared gifts, and asked her to write our blessings on our examination papers. I stood beside her and smelled her breath, which was very comfortable. I threw myself into her arms and held her tightly, fearing that she would suddenly disappear and tears would flow unwillingly. I feel sorry for her leaving when no one is around. I imagined the scene of leaving countless times, comforted myself countless times and gradually forgot with the passage of time, and said to myself countless times: Never shed tears in front of her. Really, on this day, when it's time to say goodbye, I still can't help but jump into her arms and let tears fly in this season.
Still want to leave, still want to leave. Looking at the back of her departure, I was suddenly enlightened. Some things in life can't be changed and avoided, so I have to face them bravely. Tomorrow is another day, and the teacher's love will accompany me into a new page of my life!
5. Farewell composition 200 words "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. . "Singing is like a sharp knife, stabbing into my heart.
It snowed today, and it rained intermittently for a day and a night. I haven't seen such a picture for a long time. My good friend and I sat on the imitation lawn of the old school to catch up. It was a happy thing, but my classmates sang farewell to me. Xian Xian is very beautiful and her voice is very light. So I couldn't help crying, because I was going to transfer schools, and we didn't know when we would meet again. It could be a year, two years or forever. Although everyone was psychologically prepared a week ago, I still feel very uncomfortable at the thought that my playmates will be separated from each other since I was a child. How strong I have to be so that I can never forget it. . I still remember that naive agreement that we should be together every year when it snows. I'll break my word in less than two years. It snowed last year, and there was a class competition all morning. On the playground, we had a good time with our teacher. Although we were all wet by snowballs, that experience became my best memory. Open the photo album of memory and find the source of memory. Now, there are only photos left.
When it was time to say goodbye, the "goodbye" didn't come out for a long time.
6. Who can help me write a 500-word composition about parting-parting is also a kind of enjoyment.
We are old before we are young, and we have come to the end of the third grade with our muddy eyes open in the sea of books. The sun is still shining, even * * *, and our black eyes seem to be gradually clear. Behind our sobriety, we are caught off guard.
As the old saying goes, "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar." Another cloud said, "There's no reason to go out to the Western Heaven." People are always keen on the joy when they get together, but they feel sad when they leave. In fact, parting is also a kind of enjoyment, because it can reproduce the warmth that you missed inadvertently.
The kind math teacher struggled to move his chubby body, and in the last few classes before graduation, everything somehow slowed down. There is nothing but writing and whispering, only the solemnity before parting, less solemnity and more helplessness. White chalk dust slowly falls along the sunshine, and the teacher's sweat flashes like a freeze in the summer sunshine. He asked us again and again, "Do you understand?" Then erase it and start over. It is also a dust of the sunset, bearing the love of three years' dedication, and the air is full of emotion. With the class * * *, his voice is hoarse and helpless. I hope this course has no end. Inexplicable, he undoubtedly gave us the most touching revelation-parting is a touching enjoyment.
Although the old class explicitly prohibits it, the alumni record is still based on
Lightning speed spread in the "underground", just to let the memory move on the paper with the simplest words in the last days. Some of the student records I have inadvertently browsed only shed the true feelings of the flashy appearance of the past. Everyone tries to leave his own shadow on a small piece of manuscript paper, and instills sincere thoughts and hearts with three years of getting along. Here, there is no ridicule and sarcasm, no inferiority and arrogance, only a real friend who never leaves-parting is a sincere enjoyment.
After killing our old class for three years, I finally couldn't hold back my tears. Only then can I understand that she has the softest place in her heart, which is inhabited by sixty crystal-pure and happy children. She is still rushing to arrange class affairs, but she is a little reluctant-parting is a cherished enjoyment.
Once scattered in the corner of love and beauty, quietly come in the parting, parting within reach but let us fondle admiringly. We have lost everything we thought, but we can enjoy it in parting and leave in enjoyment, just like a lost time.
7. The paragraph describing the farewell scene The following are two paragraphs about the farewell scene, which I hope will help you.
Sister-in-law, please go home Look, your child is fast asleep on your back. The mountain road is so rugged that you have sent it for dozens of miles with crutches. Even if you don't send us a step, we will never forget your deep friendship as long as we think of your crutches. We clearly remember that it was the spring of 1952. When Jindalai in Shan Ye was in bloom, you knew we were short of vegetables, so you went up the mountain with baskets to dig wild vegetables. Wild vegetables were dug up in the mountains behind, and you ran to the blood pool in the front position ... After being injured, you could only walk with crutches. You have paid such a high price for us, isn't it enough to show your friendship to the people of China?
Goodbye, dear people! Goodbye, dear land!
Train, please slow down, let's take another look at the North Koreans, and let's go back and stay in this bloody land for one minute. Goodbye, dear people! Our hearts will always be with you.
Gacao is ready to bid farewell to the flooded countryside and find the final destination. It walked around the stockade for three times, expressing a reluctant mood to the stockade that saved it, took it in and fed it for 26 years. The news that Gacao was leaving spread all over the village like wings, and men, women and children flocked to the threshing floor to see Gacao off. As we all know, it is not so much a farewell as a funeral for an old war elephant who is still alive. Many people are crying. The village chief, Pafa, tied a white scarf around the elephant's neck and four pieces of black cloth on the legs of four elephants. The old man and children took bananas, sugar cane and glutinous rice to Gacao's mouth. It only ate a little cold water. Sunset in the western hills, the sky is boundless, with a sigh, Gacao is on his way. The crowd who saw me off dispersed, and Bononding was still standing in a daze on the threshing floor.