You are my sunshine, bringing infinite warmth, infinite beauty and vitality to everything.
Our life needs sunshine, her care, her care and her warmth. ...
Who can be my sunshine? The answer is slowly emerging in life, so you are my sunshine, you-my most beloved teacher!
Sunrise article
"Good morning, classmates. I am your new class teacher. My name is Lu. Can you call me teacher Lu? " So I took a look. Short stature, wearing a pair of glasses, and wearing a short curly hair, I can't believe what's so special about this new class teacher.
Gradually, I began to get familiar with this seemingly ordinary class teacher, only to find that this teacher is really not simple, and the more I feel that she is different.
Sun article
"Look at you, this question will be wrong, stand and listen to the class for me!" It turned out that Xiaoming was absent-minded in class and the teacher was reprimanding him. In fact, it was only because Xiaoming borrowed a pen from his classmate that he missed listening for a while, but the teacher thought he was talking to his classmate. So he severely criticized. Although the teacher misunderstood, it left a harsh and intense feeling for the students. In the future, the teacher will often be so strict with every classmate who makes mistakes that even the classmates can't clean up well. She will reprimand her, and the classmates will privately complain about the teacher's strictness. I also hate this fierce teacher, because he is either standing or copying the text.
Sunset article
I remember one time, it was very late and my parents had not come to pick me up. I am eager to stay alone in the classroom. The teacher came in and said, "Your parents called me and said they would pick you up later today. Don't worry, you go home with the teacher first ... "I followed the teacher to her home. It's raining heavily outside. The teacher pushed my umbrella in case I got caught in the rain. When I got home, the teacher asked me to do my homework first, but I was busy cooking and cooking in the kitchen. After a while, delicious food was served, and the teacher gave me food from time to time to let me eat more. After dinner, he also prepared fruit for me to eat. I'm surprised. I can't believe that such a strict and fierce teacher is so amiable in life.
In the evening, my parents took me home. It's already midnight. I was thinking: I only saw the harsh side of the teacher before. In fact, the teacher is such a kind and kind person.
Teacher, I want to thank you! You are my sunshine, and your light and heat will always illuminate every corner of my heart.
You are my sunshine. When it comes to sunshine, it reminds people of warmth. For people in arid areas of Yunnan, rain is their sunshine; For the people in Yushu disaster area-the People's Liberation Army is their sunshine; For parents-children are their sunshine; For vagrants-a home full of affection is their sunshine; For then? What about me? What is my sunshine? I think maybe I understand. ...
On a thunderstorm evening, I dragged my tired body home and lay in bed. I can't help but think of the afternoon training: …
"set! Let's start physical training. Today's content is a threesome! " The coach said seriously.
"Double flight ... double flight again ... this damn double flight!" I muttered discontentedly while staring at the coach's stiff face, and took out the rope from the box.
"Hoo, hoo ..." The rope tore the air, and the harsh sound mixed with the sound of feet jumping on the floor lingered in my ears one after another. Suddenly, the rope entangled my foot again and I stopped. "Hey, almost succeeded. A little ... a little every time! " I thought gloomily.
In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed and I still didn't succeed. Watching others go home one by one, leaving only me and a few companions in the empty table tennis room, I feel very sad.
"How can you be so stupid! Look at others, and you! Jump higher and swing faster. Why can't such a simple action be done? I'm so angry. Go home by yourself and I won't bother you. " Maybe I waited too long, dad. He shouted at me angrily and then left quickly. Leaving me alone, I'm still in shock just now, and I haven't recovered for a long time.
"Boom!" A thunder brought my thoughts back. Suddenly, my mother opened the door and sat down beside me: "Linlin, are you all right? It's your father's fault. He's a real hothead. Hey ... you just started flying together. Besides, you have been training for three hours, and you have to train others. The burden is too heavy. Your father still blames you ... It's okay. Look at your mother's age, she can't fly together. It doesn't matter. Learn slowly. Now let's eat first ... "In an instant, tears poured down from the corner of her eyes, mixed with inner grievances. Fortunately, at least my mother understands me ... Fortunately, she understands me ... Otherwise, I really don't know ... I don't know what will happen. ...
Perhaps understanding is really important to me. It is like a breeze, smoothing my heart; It is like a fountain, nourishing my soul; It's like oxygen, it keeps me alive.
Understand, you are my sunshine!
You are my sun. The sun hangs high in the sky, emitting infinite light, shining everything on the earth and bringing people light, happiness and warmth. It is the spiritual pillar of human life. Bring infinite vitality to the earth, shine on all things, selfless dedication and silent protection.
But when one day the sun goes out, sets and turns off, what should we do?
"Don't be afraid, with me, I am your sun", your words slowly dissipated in the air, spread to my ears and shocked my heart. I don't need to look up, I know it's you, the call of your heart, especially what you need to see with your eyes.
Yes, you too. You are like the sun hanging high in the sky, guiding me when I am frustrated. When I am confused, tell the truth of my predicament and lead me forward when I shrink back.
Only by taking a muddy road can you leave clear footprints.
When I was in the first grade, I failed in an exam, which made me very disappointed and I didn't know how to advance and retreat. You came up to me and whispered, "Don't shrink back, only by taking a muddy road can you leave clear footprints." After listening to your words, I have a firm direction. Life cannot be defeated by a small failure. It was you who guided me when I was frustrated.
There must be a road in the deep mountains, and there must be a reunion everywhere.
There was a time when I was confused and reached a dead end, how to meet life. Maybe you noticed my predicament, came to my side, held out your hand and said to me, "There is always a way deep in the mountains, and there is always a way out." Let's go together. " After listening to your words, I was suddenly enlightened, and your words surrounded my ears, yes! God will never close a door unless you give up on yourself. When people encounter setbacks, everything goes wrong or there is no way out, they must be very depressed and even feel that God is unfair. As everyone knows, only after the twists and turns of mountains and rivers will there be a bright future.
You can't retreat if you have a retreat. Life can't be retired after all.
Now it is the second day of junior high school, and I have lost the toughness of my youth. I always like to avoid math problems, and I don't write until I see them. But you said to me, "You can't retreat if you have a retreat. Life can't be retired after all. " After listening to your words, I am determined to move forward. Yes, a math problem is like this, and so is life? I can't back down. When there is no retreat, where to go is the direction of progress. Only by cutting off the back road and killing yourself can fear really stay away from you.
Your words shine on me like sunshine, guiding me, helping me, leading me, benefiting me a lot and getting back on the right path.
Even if the sun goes out, goes down, or goes out, I'm not afraid, because with you, you are my sun, shining your light and nourishing my heart.
You are my sun. You are my sun, illuminating my life. You are my sun, nourishing my growth; You are my sun, illuminating my life. You are my closest relative, and your love has always warmed my heart. Under the nourishment of your love, a budding bud is thriving.
I remember when I was in primary school, many students got on bicycles, and when I saw them "flying" on the road, I had a yearning and yearning. When I got home, my father and I talked about you. You smiled and patted me on the head and agreed to my request.
A few days later, a bike appeared in front of me. Although it was my father's friend's old bike, I was so happy that I couldn't wait to get on it at once, and I fell a dozen times with a bang. I was timid and began to be afraid of the bike I had longed for for for a long time. You seem to see something. You encouraged me, inspired me, and gave me a thumbs up.
With your encouragement, I stepped on the bike carefully, holding the handlebars with trembling hands, and you supported me with solid arms behind me. I stepped on the pedal carefully, and the handlebar kept shaking, but the car never fell down. At that time, I felt your trust and love for me through that solid arm. I plucked up my courage and tried again. However, I failed to live up to my expectations. I slipped off my bike and left a scar on my leg. I sat helplessly on the ground, clutching my legs. There is a trace of love in your eyes, but you still scold me severely and make me stand up. I stood up helplessly, staggered slightly, and two tears rolled down my cheeks. I sat in the car seat and continued to practice, and you still held me in the back.
I happened to be seen by my friend during the driving practice in those days. He laughed at me rather proudly and called me stupid. I left my bike in shame and sadness, ran into the house and began to cry.
At this moment, you came in, and you said to me, "Don't care what others say, son. What you should care about is being yourself. " "But ... but, am I really stupid, Dad?" "Why, you're not stupid. How do you know if you don't try? " "But, I have tried many times ..." You touched my head and said, "Do you think Edison is an idiot? He has done tens of thousands of experiments. " "Why, he's not." "Are you? You have only done it a few times. " " "
"no! Neither am I, Dad, I'm going to try. " Thank you, Dad. After this conversation, my confidence was rekindled. I tried again, and finally one afternoon, a new figure appeared on the endless road. ...
Dad, you will always be my family. You shine your sunshine on my little seedlings.
You are my sun. I walk in the rain, and the wind passes through my heart instead of my skin. All along, you have been the sun in my heart, shining on my way forward, but now, with a failed test paper in my hand, I am trying to find a suitable excuse, but I find it useless. How to explain to you, I desperately want to. I hope that time will pass slowly, as if the sun in my heart is setting slowly.
The way home is always so familiar. I tried to slow down, but I got here. I dare not go on, because I saw you, because I haven't thought of an excuse, and I haven't thought of what kind of expression to face you with. The rain is like a huge water curtain, which makes me feel like a lifetime ago, but I still see you clearly. You look anxiously, just like a big bird looking forward to a small bird returning to its nest.
You still saw me and came straight to me. I was a little caught off guard and stuffed the paper into my bag at random. But when I looked up, I was looking into your kind eyes. You hold an umbrella for me and protect me on the left, but my heartbeat is on the other side, and the relentless rain wet your right arm.
When you get home, you put away your umbrella, and then you plan to put down your bag for me. I handed you the paper anxiously, but I was afraid to look up. I know, because this is the last mock exam before the final exam, I know you are full of expectations for me. But I also know that the sun has set in my heart, and I also know that your eyes are full of joy and disappointment at this moment.
It was so quiet for a few seconds, but you spoke first: "It doesn't matter, mom won't blame you. Come on for the final exam. I believe you will do well in the exam. "
I thought of countless expressions to face you, but now I forget them all. I just looked up into your eyes and nodded heavily.
I picked up the newspaper and went back to the house. I saw the hot milk on the table. In the misty heat, I seem to see your busy figure, but years have worn you out and you are a little haggard.
I write under the desk lamp, just like in the examination room. It was dark that night. You said I was studying late, and only I knew the reason. Every time I look back, the lights that have been on in the living room have raised the sun in my heart.
When I started writing, I remembered a passage we had said. I said you are the sun in my heart, and you said you are my eternal light.
You are my grandson's junior high school composition 6. You are Woong San, Huyou; You are the sea, containing me; You are the sky, hugging me; You are the sun, warming me. When I was a child, I always liked to stay in bed. In a week, I will be punished for being three days late. Wake me up on time every day when you know. In my eyes, you are very strict, so unconsciously, I formed a good habit of getting up early and going to bed early.
I remember in the fourth grade, my grades plummeted. You didn't persuade me at that time. Instead, he hit me directly with a stick, and the stick that followed fell on me. At that time, I was stubborn and never cried. From then on, more is your cry, mother's dissuasion, and the sound of "howling" when the stick falls. I began to make up my mind to study hard just to prove it to you.
However, no matter how many awards I get back, every time I face it, it is the cold face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Therefore, I devote myself to my study. Even if we meet at home, we pass by like strangers, and there is never even a caring word. I can clearly feel that the distance between us is increasing bit by bit until I can't see each other's existence ... Now, I am in junior high school. Like dandelion seeds, I want to fly to my own blue sky. You charged me a lot of money for the first time before I left. At that moment, I felt a little warm. After all these years, you still care about me.
Because the school is far from home, whether it is hot in winter or hot in the sun, your figure will always appear at the intersection on time after school. I'm used to being led by you through crowded streets. Inadvertently, I heard you and others praise me. A little surprise crossed my eyes. Suddenly, I looked up and found a lot of silver in your black hair. The tired face is wrinkled by time, and the warm palm becomes rough.
At that moment, I really understood you, the responsibility contained in the word father, and your indifference for so many years. I once asked you, "When am I the pride in your heart?" You didn't answer me at that time, and now you know it's "all the time"
This is an unknown father, and this is an unknown fatherly love. Dad, you are my sun. In your light, I will finish my life better.