In the intense study in high school, you, youth, quietly walked into my heart, let me really feel your figure fluttering in the wind, let me feel your vitality like the sunrise, and let me learn to cherish you in my junior high school life.
In my heart, you always help me remember those beautiful dreams. In the sound of Lang Lang's book, you helped me remember the endless knowledge and let me swim in the ocean of knowledge. When I was playing with my classmates, you helped me paint a clear picture and let me remember this wonderful time forever.
You are in my heart, and I feel your flower-like life with that calm heart, beautiful but easy to wither. If you don't take care of it, it may disappear before it becomes beautiful. Feel your footsteps like the wind, coming and going in a hurry. Now sitting in the examination room, I feel the deepest, because I find myself missing too much. I feel your rainy figure, hazy but affectionate. (lz 13.cn) If I don't catch you, it will turn into clear tears and break in my heart.
You are in my heart, I admire you wholeheartedly, even if you encounter setbacks, you will still have a firm and persistent dream; You are like a thick book, which can be filled with happiness or loneliness. You are like a steep mountain. Let me know that only climbing can range rover, and struggle can succeed; But your steps will never stop because of me. You are the most beautiful scenery in my junior high school life, beautiful and spectacular, recording my joys and sorrows. Catch you, cherish you, and let you walk into my heart; Having you and praising you, I seem to have the vitality of sunrise.
You are in my heart, let me appreciate your melody that doesn't stop because of wind and rain, and let me cherish your footsteps that don't stop because of waiting. I realize that struggle is your essence, and your value is brilliant because of struggle; Sweat is your nutrition, and your life is enriched by soaking in sweat; Tears are your solvent, and you have created a strong body because of the baptism of tears.
You are in my heart, giving me the courage to seize you and cherish your heart. Your presence in my heart has enriched my junior high school life and my knowledge. Thank you-youth, I will always remember you in my heart.
You write my teacher's composition in 800 words in my heart.
As soon as I saw this topic, I remembered a lyric "You are the most beautiful in my heart". It is true that there will always be a figure in my heart, and he will always occupy the most beautiful position in my heart.
From the first day of junior high school, your voice and smile have been deeply imprinted in my heart.
The chubby figure is very conspicuous, with a dignified and strong hairstyle similar to a bald head, a simple and sincere smile, a simple and slightly narrow jacket ... The portrait of the positive figure left a good impression on me.
As time goes by, I know you better, and you have added a lot of luster to your image with humorous teaching methods.
I remember that plagiarism swept our class for a while, especially math. Once in class, you said that we were "high-minded but low-minded". If it is difficult, we will copy it. If you don't want to do it easily, copy it. It also taught us: "I do, I understand." (I did it, I see) Unfortunately, your English is extremely idiomatic, which caused a burst of laughter, but I know what you mean. You always have a smile in your words, and you always have a smile in class. In your class, there is no pressure, only motivation. You always use humor to relax us. Some people say that teachers owe their children a decent adult when they give them a happy childhood. I believe what you have given us is a happy teenager and a successful future.
Xi Murong said: "Life is like a big river drifting away, and time flies!" Yes, you fell ill before I finished enjoying your humor and relaxation. Stomach bleeding-this seems to be incompatible with your overweight and chubby body. But the truth is so cruel, it's really in front of us. In the classroom without you, our classmates' faces are less happy and more sad. When we were ready to meet you, everyone raised their hands, indicating your position in our hearts. Although you are only temporarily separated from us, the sacred place that belongs to you in our hearts can't wait any longer and there is no room for others. In Fuzhou, the moment I saw you, I found you changed, thinner and paler. Although you look a little different from what I cherish in my heart, you are still very funny and full of love for us. When you learned that we were looking for your ward like headless flies, you smiled and said, "Of course I didn't learn biology well. Gastropathy is the department of gastroenterology! " When we pour out our thoughts to you, you say, "I hate myself. Why is my stomach bleeding? I hate it! " Teacher, don't worry, get well soon! We don't know what you have done for us. Looking at the sky, clouds move everywhere, and swords are in hand. Who is the hero? I said, you, you are a hero. You educate people with sincerity and nourish people with love and humor. ...
There are no traces of birds in the sky, but you have flown.
I don't miss you, but you in my heart forever. ...
You are in my heart _ miss my friend's composition of 900 words.
I have engraved the best and warmest memories in my heart. Never forget.
You, my friend. There are countless memories about you. We laughed happily together, cried sadly together, and walked countless roads together. Although we often quarrel and get angry, you always let me go. No matter who is right or wrong, you are always the first to bow your head. When I ask you why, you always smile and say, "There is no need to argue with you. Why should I argue with you and make you unhappy? " Do you know that?/You know what? I heard you say that my heart is warm and happy, but I feel selfish, so I also learned to give you more to make you feel happy.
Remember that rare snow in 2009? It was New Year's Day. The snow we haven't seen for many years finally came to us on this day. The snow is so big and beautiful. When I was a lazy pig lying in a warm bed, a happy phone call woke me up. You sent me your first blessing on the other end of the phone. The warm current of happiness surrounded me and was not ambushed by the cold current. That's why I told you that the flower language of snow is happiness, because I hope you are happy. On that snowy night, we made a lifelong promise: no matter what the future will be, we will make ourselves happy, even if we are not for ourselves, we will be happy for each other.
On the night of the first day of junior high school, the unexpected guests became very cold because of the snow, but the snow outside didn't stop at all. It may be an old habit again, or it may be a cold. I'm a little sick, but I ran out of spare medicine at this critical moment. Because it was too late to go out, I had to worry about it indoors. At this moment, your phone hung up. You found something wrong with me, knew I didn't have any medicine, asked what the medicine was called, and then walked through the snow on a cold night. You sent the medicine to me as quickly as possible. Snowflakes fell on you and soaked your clothes and my eyes.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? When I went down to open the door for you, I saw it was snowing outside. You stood in the snow without an umbrella. I held the medicine tightly in my arms, as if afraid that it would get wet by the snow. You look into my eyes, loving and worried, but your hands are wet with snow and red with cold, without complaint. My heart has been warm, and there is your temperature in my medicine. Happiness surrounds me again.
The next day, you were ill. Regret, remorse and heartache immediately surrounded me. I regret it and hate myself. If I hadn't asked you to buy me medicine, you wouldn't be sick or uncomfortable. I am so selfish and hateful. But instead of blaming me, you comforted me and told me not to blame myself.
It is very cold this winter. But because of you, all the cold is melted by your temperature, and the rest is warm except warmth.
Even if there will be sadness in the future, even if you and I are not friends in the future, even if we are not in the same city after separation. But the warmth you gave me and the happiness you gave me will still be engraved in my heart and will never be erased. I will brand you in the deepest part of my heart.
You, my dear friend.
You are still in my heart _ write a 700-word friendship composition.
Time flies like water, and three years is just a flick of a finger.
You are the most beautiful. Your beauty bears the most precious and unforgettable imprint of your countless junior high school careers in the past. How many times I was with you in my dream, how many times I wandered in nonsense. Today, you are still in my heart.
I remember it was the golden season, because we met in junior high school. We study together, discuss problems together and take a walk together. In the process of encouraging each other to make progress and working together to solve difficulties, you and I hold each other's hands. From then on, we wrote a romantic song of junior high school life together. Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom again, because in high school, I let go of my accustomed hand, and a burst of inexplicable sadness came to my mind. Lonely tears flow, don't wipe away tears with a handkerchief; Lonely, without your eager waiting and gentle greeting; Sad and sad, without the sentimental comfort you carry. Remember, you used to hold my skirt behind me, and your smile was full of tenderness: "without you, my life would be in ruins." Let's work together, and don't be separated when we go to college; Even if you are separated, don't forget. " "good!" . We have an agreement under the scorching sun.
The sun and the moon alternate, and time passes. The wind blew off the petals, and Jiang Nanan turned green again. It turns out that your friendship with me is so important that a long-term commitment still exists today. Our friendship is like a proud wintersweet, which blooms alone in the cold until the mountain flowers bloom.
The geese flying in the south, you March in procession, and that harmonious song should be a movement for our friendship; The waterfall of the Milky Way, you are intoxicating, and that joyful roar should be shouting "Long live" for our friendship; Fallen leaves, you ride the east wind, and clearing leaves should be unforgettable for our friendship 16 years old.
As a matter of fact, I am very satisfied to stick to our promise. In fact, I am very happy to recall the time when we spent our youth together. How many sixteen years old can I have? How many of you can I have? How many sincere feelings can I have? Looking back on the past three years, I can proudly say that I had the happiest time in my life.
I often have a few smiles on my lips. That is happiness, and it must be because of you. Because, you are always in my heart!
You write my grandmother's composition in 600 words in my heart.
In my heart, I have always had a dream, that is, to spend more time with you, but this dream has never come true.
You are like the sun in my heart, warming my heart; You are like a bright light in my heart, illuminating my way; You are like the blue sky in my heart, let me fly freely. I've been thinking about you and that simple and kind grandmother, and her image will always remain in my heart.
Grandma is a kind-hearted ordinary rural woman. She came to the city from the countryside at the age of 56, and it didn't take long for her children to have their own home. She also has grandchildren. In my memory, my grandmother cares about me the most. I have always been in poor health, and I still am. Besides, when my parents were at work, I was with my grandmother. I either have a cold today or a fever tomorrow. Grandma has suffered a lot for me.
"I remember when you were about 3 years old, you had a high fever of 40 degrees. It's just you and grandma at home. Grandma was in a hurry and called her mother at once. One night, she was so anxious that she fainted when she arrived at the hospital. " This is dad's memory. I heard that grandma ran to the hospital behind my back that night. The bus got off work because I couldn't find a car at the moment. )
This is my grandmother. In my heart, she is great and kind. I saw her kindness by accident. When she sees a beggar on the roadside, she will give all the change to those people. Although she knew someone might be faking it, she did it anyway. I always do this when I meet her. This is just a little gesture that nobody pays attention to, but grandma's kindness is fixed in my heart.
Grandma, you are so noble and kind in my heart. Grandma, you are in my heart forever.
Grandma, I love you!