When you study under the lamp, you will be distracted, you will think of one friend after another, you will think of many things you have experienced together, you will think of what you said, and that gentleness will immediately surround you. In such a late night, it makes you intoxicated, makes you happy and makes you happier.
Friends should not be so important, but friends are so important. There may be no emotion in life, no victory ... nothing else, but friends are indispensable.
When you are in a bad mood, you can spread out some stationery and send it to a friend's mailbox to dilute a sadness in such a "* * *"; When you are in a good mood, you can also release a homing pigeon and send it to a friend, so that you can feel greater and more perfect joy in a "happiness".
Friends can walk in the rain with umbrellas; You can ride a bike together and fly on the road together; You can indulge in art galleries and museums; You can visit bookstores and galleries; Friends cry when they are sad, laugh when they are happy, read good books and listen to good songs. ...
Friends often think of it, but they put care in their hearts and care in their eyes; Friends go through life after life and spend night after night hand in hand; Friends add joy when they think of it, and recall it more gently in time.
Friends are like mellow wine, full of flavor and easy to get drunk; Friends are like flowers, fragrant and elegant; Friends are autumn rain, delicate and poetic; My friend is May in December, pure and standing proudly. Friends are not paintings, but more beautiful than paintings; Friends are not songs, they are more beautiful than songs; A friend should be a poem-poetic elegance; Friends should be dreams-the beauty of dreams; Friends should be meaningful essays, writing about yesterday and looking forward to the future.
The beauty of friends lies not in having plenty of time; Friends are really eternal in an instant, and they know each other in an instant; The value of friends is not because of the years we passed together, but the most rare thing about friends is that they will always remember after parting, and remember: you are my friend.
When I am with my friends, the sun is always shining and the flowers are bright. In the years with friends, the sky is no longer raining, and my heart is no longer wet. Only when you have friends do you realize that you have everything. We can lose a lot, but what we can't lose is our friends. Friends are not eternal, friends are just passers-by in life, but life is beautiful because of fate. What does it matter if there is no future? At least, we can't forget the years our friends spent with us.
There is a warm current to melt the hard ice in the cold; There are showers, which make the dry river full of jade in thirst; There is a warm wind that makes the dead leaves fly in the withering.
But none of this is as good as my meeting with you.
In the bright moonlight, Beethoven, as always, squatted by the grand piano and played wonderful music again like a giant bear. Although you were deaf, you persisted. I hold your hand, you stop playing, I advise you to say "give up". You hold my hand hard and say forcefully, "I will hold fate by the throat." Looking at your face that contains a lot of sadness and strength, my heart aches faintly. Of course, your insistence is correct. After your tenacious efforts, you finally created a symphony of destiny that shocked the world.
Meeting you let me know how to pursue my ideal. I believe that meeting you is wonderful!
On the morning of May 24, the sun was shining, the peak of the pointed cone of Mount Everest stood above the blue sky, and white clouds lingered among the mountains. Mountaineer Liu Lianman, carrying a backpack and holding an ice pick, started the final sprint to Mount Everest. Under the block of the "second step", you suddenly remembered to use the method of "people ladder" and finally successfully crossed the "second step". It began to get dark, and the cold wind screamed bitterly. You are extremely weak and seriously deprived of oxygen, so you decide to leave the last bit of oxygen to your comrades. I always advise you that you always want to leave oxygen for your comrades. Who has been in a daze without listening to advice? Finally, your comrade-in-arms successfully climbed Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world.
Meeting you let me know how to care about my friends and how to sacrifice myself for others. I believe that meeting you is wonderful!
Warm currents will melt hard ice; Rain will fill the dry river with jade; Warm wind will make dead leaves fly. But you, Beethoven and Liu Lianman, taught me to pursue my ideals, care for my friends and sacrifice myself for others.
Our meeting was wonderful!
Perhaps, every day, I will pass by many people; Perhaps, every day, there will be many places to leave my footprints; Perhaps it is the coincidence of these fates that makes me meet many beautiful people.
I have been in primary school for a long time. I looked at the gate and thought about how the little girl felt when she walked into the campus with trembling legs seven years ago. Excited, excited, or expecting? It was my best meeting.
Walking into the campus and looking at the teaching buildings that once made me gnash my teeth, I actually gave a light smile, with some nostalgia and some attachment. Since the sixth grade of primary school, the open space has become a building, the runway has become plastic, the classroom has been fitted with a projection ... everything has changed.
Looking at the tall building in front of me, the concrete floor suddenly appeared in front of me. A long time ago, I always played there. I met my best math teacher in that hot summer. One day it was so hot that even the electric fan was dead, so the teacher went to buy a box of popsicles and gave them to us to eat. That was six or seven years ago. I still remember the teacher's knowing smile, gentle eyes and the coolness of popsicles. This is a wonderful meeting.
Go straight, it's the school auditorium. Looking at the door, another girl with a "guest" sign appeared in front of me. It was the 80th anniversary of the school. A retired teacher came, and the girl looked at it for a long time, and finally remembered that it was her head teacher in grade one. She thought the teacher wouldn't remember her, but she touched her head affectionately, read her name and said that she had grown up. She looked at the teacher and found that she had many wrinkles, which were indelible marks left on her face by years. The corners of her eyes are drooping, which is also a sign that she is old, but her eyes still look at her with curiosity. The girl suddenly remembered that when she was a child, the teacher would hold her hand and teach her to write, arrange her to sit with the monitor to improve her grades, and touch her head lovingly. It turns out that the girl buried everything about the teacher in her memory. This is also a beautiful encounter.
I came to Class One, Grade Six according to my memory. At the window, I saw the world inside. Wooden tables and chairs, some chalk dust on the blackboard ... everything is so familiar. I want to go in, touch the desks and chairs I used, and look for my traces, but I can't. I was a little depressed, but there were four girls singing in my ears, mixed with joy, happiness and tacit understanding between them. Suddenly, I feel a little sad again. My former inseparable friend has parted ways now. But even if it is separated, that beautiful memory remains in my heart. That is the flash of life, the eternal beauty of life. It's so nice to meet you.
Birds come and fly; The flowers are blooming. Thank you again. The students left one group and went to another. I close my eyes, and the beautiful encounter in this school is like a movie, which is played little by little. At that moment, I seemed to see the smiling faces of all the teachers and classmates and heard them say "goodbye".
There are many beautiful encounters and many sad farewells. Only those flowers and trees that are not old are still here watching us and witnessing these encounters and departures.
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