In your last class, the whole class seemed to give you a quiet atmosphere as a souvenir. The students fought back their tears and watched the unchangeable facts continue. Most of them listened listlessly, but I didn't listen. I just looked at your back, listened to your voice, and instantly printed your sunshine and every movement in my mind and engraved it in my heart.
After school, you walked out of the classroom as usual. I ran to the window of the classroom and looked at the office. Suddenly, your slender figure came out with tears in her eyes, and a feeling of parting slowly rose in my heart. You didn't cry just now because you were afraid that being seen by everyone would make you more reluctant to part with us. I acted with you and didn't tell your classmates about your crying.
Until everyone on campus has left, including you. I ran to the door of the office, and as soon as I entered, I couldn't help thinking of an unforgettable conversation with you, your encouragement and trust. That time, you called me to the office, not just to chat. In order to help me realize my dream, you bought a newspaper and asked me to go to the competition place written in the newspaper. I turned you down without thinking.
Do you like reading extracurricular books? You asked.
Yes, I answered curiously.
You know that to be a writer, you must go through many setbacks. Now that you have decided, don't give up. It may be good for you to read more about the growth experiences of some great writers when you go back. Your words are instructive, and I promised you silently. I walked out of the office slowly and left with tears in my eyes.
When I came to the classroom, I couldn't help shouting the noise of my classmates in my mind, but it was your tears that shocked me. I know you didn't control your classmates, but you don't have the heart to hit them, but you are worried that those students who want to listen will be affected, their grades will drop and their parents will be disappointed. Everything you do seems so trivial, but it is more difficult for us to do it than to ascend to heaven.
Open the composition book with your comments, which will soon become a ray of sunshine on my life path. If there is an afterlife composition of 1400 words in the second day of junior high school, if this paradise is a garden, then you are a gardener who is desperately watering. If this paradise is a field, then you are a farmer who cultivates rice with sweat. If this heaven is a starry sky, then you are the brightest person who illuminates the whole earth with dedication.
It's time to go home, goodbye to school and see you tomorrow!
Unlocking my beloved bike instantly reminds me of the sunshine you gave me at that moment.
That day, as soon as I sat in my seat, I saw a man coming in front of me. No, it's a ray of sunshine. I got a ray of sunshine from you. Your sunshine is bright.
What are you doing? You asked with a smile.
Go home! I answered with a smile.
These pictures are colorful, no matter where you are in the future. As long as I see the comments, I will think of your beautiful words and your appearance. As long as I walk into the classroom, I will think of your back and your tears. As long as I am called to the office by the teacher, I will think of your encouragement and trust. Whenever I sit on the seat of my bike, I will think of your smile and your greetings.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Falling in love is not heartless. Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. This is my evaluation of you.
Just ... Leaves sometimes fall, flowers sometimes wither and water sometimes dries up. At this time, I buried these memories in the ground and carried them to the next year. Maybe it will gradually blur in my mind, but its source is here after all.
If only we could return the roulette wheel of time to those happy times before, and then lock the roulette wheel of time and let it freeze at that moment forever. Unfortunately, if time doesn't come, everything must end. Goodbye, dear Miss Gao!
We should not be sad, because we are growing.
If there is an afterlife, I hope I am still your student-Hou.