That autumn, we met and left too many memories in such an affectionate and poetic season. She is such a special person. He is my Chinese teacher and my good friend.
I like her because of her sense of responsibility. Her teaching experience is not long, but she is diligent. When I first saw the comment on writing in my diary, I was deeply moved. Each article has sketches and comments. That comment on writing is like a ray of sunshine, guiding me and warming me; That comment on writing is not artificial, every sentence comes from the heart.
I like her because she is full of energy. She is young, like a big sister. She often discusses and chats with us, and often takes out some small activities to play with us. She never puts on airs. After class, we are close friends.
I like her, because of her understanding, I often forget to ask or hand in my homework. However, she is quite tolerant of my careless class representative. It is because of this understanding that I am more strict with myself and must never make such a low-level mistake again.
I like her better because she knows me.
She said, I am like a hibiscus flower, interpreting a tough, eternal and beautiful flower; She said, I will face others with my smile, and I will bear everything with my thin shoulders; She said that I have always been a smart and studious little girl; She said that I have always been a thoughtful and knowledgeable little girl; She knows that I am the kind of girl who especially likes to laugh heroically even if she falls down. She knows that I am the girl who has been waiting for the dream of purple lavender; She knows that I am the girl who is going to write a poem for Lavender. ...
And she also told me that as long as there is solid land under our feet, we can stand firm; She told me to go my own way and go on firmly; She told me that a person who no longer loves you is not worth cherishing, and a person who no longer cares about you is not worth retaining; She told me to be strong and take every step firmly. ...
There are too many indelible stories between us. However, these beautiful and pure things haunt me from time to time after separation. We walked together for a year, just a year, long and short. Long enough to carry so many stories, so many touches; It was so short that I didn't wake up. It was then that I suddenly realized. At the thought of this, a crystal clear liquid is produced in my eyes, and my nose is sour. My eyes are full of that piece of gold, which is like the sun, shining and warming me, just like her love.
Finally, I just want to say, Du, there will always be a corner in my heart, a friend who taught me to understand, be strong, be brave and wait. I will always remember that as long as there is solid land under my feet, I can stand firm!
Perhaps, it is in this separation that we grow up slowly.
"I said that you are an April day on earth, laughter lights up the winds around you, and you dance lightly in the spring." Since I met you, you seem to have been weaving literary dreams for me. At that time, I was ignorant, and I always loved to hear you say quatrains, to hear you classify the heavy rain as ancient rhyme, and to hear you draw ink paintings in your heart. Is it a dream of red mansions? Is it Su Xiaomei? Is it a land tour? Is it Li Taibai? There are too many, which makes me feel that the days we have passed together are like a grand peach blossom banquet belonging to literature, sweet and moist. You are so deep, elegant and talented.
"In the gaze, you are regarded as a bird of Chihiro; In listening, you are listened to as a flute with a thousand holes. " I remember you said you would take our children to Beijing to see if a famous school like Tsinghua Peking University is worth fighting for. I remember you said that learning sometimes lies not in cleverness, but in persistence. I also remember that you saw Jason's My Four Seasons. "If a person can expect something, he can go all out." I will never forget that firm voice. At that time, it was midsummer, and the phoenix tree fell into a cool green, paving the way for the light and shadow we walked together. You are such a passionate, diligent and tireless person.
"It's the sadness of lonely autumn, and it's the acacia in the far sea. If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name. " Three years with you is as short as sleep, but it is in this kind of sleep that you let the spring breeze bring me a happy dream. In my dream, you taught me literary knowledge, learned knowledge, and more importantly, you taught me self-confidence and struggle. Now that I think about it, the time we passed together was like a cool misty rain, which sprinkled on my brow in front of the flowers. Such you, such persuasion, let me remember you.
"May your future be bright, may you have a lover and may you be happy in the world." A song is tender, is it your erhu string sound? Have your dreams been saturated by the imaginary river running far away? Sit down for a while and have a sip of "Biluochun" before you go. The days we walked together are over, and I will spend the whole spring saying goodbye to you.
Dear teacher, please allow me to finally change a "country wine" from Lan Shu to thank you for accompanying me through these three years:
In the past three years, you have instilled literature in me. I am in the prime of life, you are strong and spring is strong; Three years later, I recalled you in the examination room. You are a glass of clear water wine, full of you and full of thoughts.