My forehead is hot, but it can't warm cool thin, who is deeply rooted in my heart. You pick me up with your delicate body, help me get on the motorcycle, and hold me tightly. Soon I will go to the hospital.
Teacher, is that you? I subconsciously resisted, but I couldn't beat your firm hands.
In hundreds of millions of narrow gaps, a speeding car surprised all pedestrians, and the ugly black iron sheet passed by us, leaving only shock and fear.
You were so scared that you pressed the brakes, supported a hundred pounds of strength with your slender legs, and panting, I almost flew out of the back seat.
Before you could stabilize yourself, you turned your head and glanced at me to examine my safety carefully, but this casual glance shocked me.
This look, is it a sudden look back that Xin Qiji is struggling to find in the jade case? No, your eyes are warmer, not mixed with any factors, only my safety, such as willow leaves blowing on the embankment, the rain pours down steadily, calming my anxiety and anger.
The fear in my heart is like a turbulent undercurrent, but it is stopped by this look. In this eager and warm eyes, I seem to have found the long-lost sunshine.
When the dark and desperate sea recedes, only the warmth of the sun shines on the shallows of the soul; When the cold and dry snowfields melt, I chase the long-lost light in the season of life.
Teacher, at that moment, your eyes turned into Xi Murong's mountains and rivers, brushed my shoulder, brushed my shoulder and covered me with warmth.
Teacher, your eyes at that moment turned into the rain lane of Dai Wangshu, trapping the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, trapping the lingering feelings and looking at me with moist light.
At that moment, I found the most beautiful contact in this not warm time, which touched me slightly. My world is full of spring flowers, leaving only the colorful poem that is always spring.
Just because I think you look back, I miss your morning and evening. Now that I have finally found a heart full of spring flowers, please allow me to appreciate it deeply.
When three years have passed, in the spring of my life, let's raise our glasses and let me sprinkle the spring you gave me in this farewell glass for you. On the boulevard in the middle of the night, when the breeze blows your face, I will always remember you, teacher!
At that moment, your eyes gave birth to my spring world.