Farewell!!!
In the second half of the fifth grade, I left my alma mater, which had raised me for 6 years.
Everyone is familiar with the endlessly evocative song "Mother". Whenever I stand in front of the school, this song is sung over and over again in my mind; When I hear the familiar campus song, I feel that it is the most beautiful song in the world; whenever I see the familiar faces, there is always a smile on my face; when I take the last step out of the familiar When I reached the threshold, I turned back three times with each step, and tears crawled across my face playfully like broken beads. I silently muttered in my heart: Ah, dear "mother", goodbye. When I grow up, I will build you up. As beautiful as a garden!
After I left my alma mater, the scenes at my alma mater came back to me: I had excellent grades and was named a "Three Best Students". I was smiling when I received the award on stage. But now, No words can express the sadness in my heart.
Ah, I left, left the alma mater that raised me for six years. I thought silently in my heart: I will come back. I left. Farewell on July 20, 2006. I have imagined the scene of farewell countless times, comforted myself countless times that I will gradually forget it as time goes by, and said to myself countless times: Never shed tears in front of her. But when this day came, when it was time to say goodbye, I still couldn't help but throw myself into her arms and let the tears flow in this season. ——Inscription: I prepared for this day early, hoping to give her some comfort. Sitting surprisingly quietly, waiting for her arrival. She always walked up to the podium slowly, stood in a place she was very familiar with, bowed slightly and said: "Hello, classmates!" Waiting for us to say in unison: "Hello, teacher!" Then she started teaching in her unique tone. Her classes are very ordinary, but very lively. They don't make us excited, but they are very enjoyable to listen to. Today, unlike any other class day, we held a farewell party for her. A few months ago, she was transferred to the Forestry Bureau. I was supposed to go to work right away, but I couldn't bear to leave us. I was afraid that leaving midway would affect our grades, so I took a few months off and continued to teach us without any notice until the end of the school year. She left silently, without even saying goodbye to us. A few days ago, I called her mobile phone number and informed her to come to the farewell party we held for her. A colorful banner was hung for her, and a banner with red background and white letters saying "Teacher Qiao, we will always love you" was hung, which contained our five years of teacher-student relationship. I bought her a quilt and gifts and wished her all the best in the future. The second hand was ticking, as if beating the hearts of the sixty-seven students in the class. When the minute hand pointed to nine o'clock, she stepped into the classroom where we had grown up and walked onto the very familiar podium. This action was once so familiar, but it has become unfamiliar again. It hurts my eyes and my heart. Tears couldn't help but burst out, but I still stood up and confided what I had already heard from my heart: "Teacher Qiao, although you are no longer a teacher, I can't help but use this title because you will always be my teacher!" Another one! The classmate stood up: "Teacher Qiao, come back!" "Teacher Qiao, I wish you all the best in the days to come"... The teacher cried, so fragile and sad, which made us feel so sad. Several boys walked up to the podium and sang a song for her: "Teacher Qiao, I love you, just like mice love rice..." We cried, wrote our names on the banner, and put the banner with everyone's name on it. Give it to her, give her a prepared gift, and let her write blessings for us on our exam papers. I stood next to 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 out unsatisfactorily. I was sad for her departure when no one was around. I imagined the scene of parting countless times. I comforted myself countless times and would gradually forget it as time goes by. I said to myself countless times: Never shed tears in front of her. But when the day finally came, when it was time to say goodbye, I still couldn't help but throw myself into her arms and let the tears flow in this season. Still have to leave, still have to separate. Watching her leaving back, I suddenly realized that there are some things in life that cannot be changed or escaped, so I have to face them bravely. Tomorrow is another new day, and the teacher’s love will accompany me into a new page of life! Poetry: "A Gift to Wang Lun" by Li Bai Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuchuan" by Wang Bo The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look forward to Wujin. I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels. "Farewell to Dong Da" by Gao Shi The yellow clouds are thousands of miles away and the sun is shining brightly, and the north wind is blowing the geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" by Li Bai My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Wang Changling A cold and rainy night entered Wu, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. "Walking Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
"Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the snow is falling in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloom. They scatter into the bead curtains and moisten the curtains, and the fox fur is not there. The warm brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, pipas and Qiang flutes. Snow falls one after another under the camp gate, and the wind blows the red flags. Don't turn over. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When I left, the mountain road was covered with snow. I couldn't see you on the mountain winding road, and there was a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. "Rain Lin Bell" Liu Yonghan's cicadas were mournful. It was late in the evening to Changting Pavilion, and the shower had just begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking at each other's tears, I am speechless and choked. Thinking of it - thousands of miles away, the mist is heavy at dusk and the sky is vast. Passionateness has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more unworthy of being left out in the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the waning moon in the evening wind. After so many years, it should be a good place for good times and beautiful scenes. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them... "The Song of the Wandering Son" The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao's loving mother, the wandering son T-shirt. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring! "Traveling on the Shasha" The plum blossoms in Ouyang Xiuhou Hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridles are shaking. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railing near the high building. The end of Pingwu is the Spring Mountain, and the travelers are outside the Spring Mountain. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom" Zhang Yuanqian sent Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou to go to Xinzhou. Meng walked around the Shenzhou Road, and was disappointed - the autumn wind drew corners, and the Forbidden City left the millet. The bottom story is that Kunlun is the mainstay, nine Rehmannia flows in chaos - foxes and rabbits fall into thousands of villages. God's will is always high and difficult to ask, but the situation - human emotions are easy to grow old and sorrow is difficult to tell. I'm going to Nanpu to see you off. The willows growing on the banks of Liang are urging the dying summer. The wind is leaning over the river, and the stars are sparse and the moon is broken. The clouds are far away. Thousands of miles away, I don’t know where to look back and talk to the bed at night. When the wild geese are not there, who will write the book and the blue sky with my eyes to cherish the present and the past. I am willing to express my gratitude and resentment to you. Raise the white thread and listen to the golden thread.
The wind is so strong this season, it seems to remind me that it’s time to forget the past and welcome the new spring. In the past, this season was full of hope for me, but now, I can only use the word sad to describe it. It is because we are about to leave. I have been thinking about it for a long time, wondering whether I should write an article. I have been thinking for a long time, whether to leave vigorously or quietly. I just read the article of Dreams, and I feel very sad. I really want to write it. Something, so, I came to this familiar composition text again, listening to the sound of the keyboard, I had the urge to cry. At this moment, I learned to cherish, ah, let me think about it, what it was like when I first arrived in Xiaohe, I can hardly remember what happened a few years ago. I only know that Xiaohe has changed a lot in the past few years. Moreover, Xiaohe has gradually turned from childish to mature. I am very happy to see this. In fact, I am very envious. There are many friends of Xiaohe here. They all go to the same school. They always feel very happy. Moreover, they are still young and don’t have to worry about too many troublesome things. I often find that they may say to each other after school, It would be a good feeling to meet Xiaohe, or talk about interesting things in Xiaohe during get out of class, but unfortunately, I can’t experience it. I remember the first article, haha, that shouldn’t be considered my article, I only remember it in the composition After reading it in the book, I cried for a long time and thought a lot. I still remember that at that time, I spent a long time typing it up in a composition. Later, it was published. Although it was reprinted, I was still confused. I have been with my mother for a long time, and my article was published on the composition website. Haha, I still feel very happy when I think about it. At that time, I was really a child. Later, as I grew up, maybe the articles I wrote became mature, and I wrote There are many things, but the most satisfying one is the article "One Hundred Me". I remember that many people left me messages at that time, and that article was also the article with the highest click-through rate at that time. Haha, I am really happy. Now, I have to leave because of too many reasons. Maybe it won’t happen again. I really feel too much reluctance because it has already become a part of my life. I think Xiaohe is great because it allows so many children to grow up in its arms. Mature and happy. When I left, I didn’t want to mention too many names. I always felt that I couldn’t mention them all. I just hope that my people are in my heart and that everyone is close to each other. Just like what I said to Meng Meng, the parting at this moment is for the next time. Reunion. I hope we can see each other's more fulfilling figures next time we meet again. Tonight, we lack the unique heat of June.
The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it a bit of winter chill.
We are finally leaving here, this home that grew up with us. We have witnessed its development, and it has also recorded our growth.
There really isn’t much to miss here, except for the quiet low mountains at night, the charming lotuses in summer, and the confusing long bridge on a cloudy day...
You might as well carry a pot Take a drink and stroll, finally enjoy it all and enjoy the indulgence of your heart.
Stepping onto the White Stone Bridge, the low mountain filled with thin mist slowly blooms its charm, and you enjoy your own loneliness quietly; the rushing water talks indistinctly; summer insects They were shouting in a language that humans did not understand; the field mice were also running wildly. Maybe this night adds to their beauty that they don't have on a sunny day.
Mingyuan Lake, which always remains silent, peeks at everything around it.
The evening breeze blows by, and ripples appear on the lake surface, layer by layer; the flowers in the lotus bloom, showing off their beauty and exuding an alluring fragrance; the naughty fish play with the lotus flowers in the pond, making splashing noises .
Jump on the stone in the lake, take a breath, and drink a sip of wine in the wind. There is only happiness in your head; the small island in front of you has never left any footprints, just for that regret , not a sad, mysterious regret; the branches swayed gently in the dim bamboo rhyme, awakening the sleeping birds, and there was a "chirp", perhaps complaining about the unruly wind.
There was not a single person in sight in the Knowledge Square, and even the bicycles that were usually too numerous to accommodate were withered. The fish in the central water channel looked up, recalling the steamed buns they had just eaten in the afternoon. Sit on the shore, share some of the remaining wine with the fish, and watch them happily fight for it.
Holding the empty wine bottle and shaking it, I stood up and walked back. There were almost no people on the long bridge. It was filled with the fragrance of gardenias. Under the dim light, the night was drunk. The eyes travel everywhere. I have walked this 345 meters a thousand times, and I have been drunk a thousand times.
Finally arrived at Youth Square, do you still remember the strange feeling when you first arrived? It should be an erratic feeling. Today, this is a place we are extremely familiar with.
I believe you have also stopped on the commercial street, looking around at the hurried crowds, looking for the person of your dreams. When it appears, you are ecstatic; when it disappears, you are almost crazy. The most prosperous place is also the saddest place.
Returning to the dormitory where they have lived for four years, the roommates are all packing their bags for traveling across the country, throwing their tired bodies onto the single bed where they have slept for four years, and then falling asleep...