Inscription: When you announced the dissolution, your heart seemed empty. I only remember you getting older and smiling like a daisy.
Faye Wong sang softly in his ear, "Sometimes, I believe that everything has an end, and sometimes it is gathering and parting." Life is really like an endless roaming. Compared with the time that carries us flying, we are still, and the fleeting prosperous scenery seems to prove that we are moving forward without hesitation.
Our old class is surnamed Zhang, a man of about 40 years old. He has a young watermelon skin head, and a few locks of hair cling to his forehead to pretend to be United, and a few locks of hair are very unruly. He is thin, with bronzed skin and stiff appearance. However, his clothing style is extremely changeable. Every time I see him swinging his extremely thin body in a wide Nike T-shirt, I can't help but think of the big tree with branches and the flagpole that is about to be blown down, and I can't help laughing.
The old class gives lectures with great passion-although he teaches math. Whenever I talk about the place of passion, I wave my hand and stomp my feet smartly, and then I lift my head which is too small for ordinary people but suitable for his thin body. If the range of action is too exaggerated, you have to hold wide and heavy glasses and then knock on the podium or blackboard without losing interest.
The most unforgettable thing is the teacher's smiling face, which is a flower cast in bronze.
The teacher seldom laughs heartily, and laughs with shame. He smiled when he announced the dissolution. The poor skin on the face is wrinkled together, forming a deep and shallow gully, like a bronze chrysanthemum, moving and resolute. However, at that time I suddenly realized that the old class was really old. Four years passed in a blink of an eye, and he melted his youth into sweat to water our growth. People who once thought they were very tall seemed to become wobbly and short in an instant.
For the sake of the "bronze chrysanthemum" in our hearts, we will definitely refuel. I expect Lao Ban to know that we are not children who don't understand him. I expect the old class to know that his efforts and efforts will be rewarded. I expect the old class to know that although you and I are both inarticulate people, we can do our best for your smile. Old class, may there always be chrysanthemums in your life!
"It happens sometimes when we get together and leave." When we see through the scenery, Lao Ban, we'll come back and watch the flowing water with you.
For the sunshine in my heart
The height of life does not depend on height, but on the embodiment of life value; The sunshine in the heart does not depend on the sunshine, but on the release of the sunshine in the heart.
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A.Hell.of.a.Ride
When I was a child, I was not tall. Since school, I have been in the first row every time I queue up. Every time I look back at my classmates behind me, I hope I can be as tall as them. Every time I go to physical education class, when the sun is shining, I find myself without a shadow. The classmates behind me are too tall. Their shadows cover the little me and sink my shadow. I don't have sunshine. It's gray. Even if I stand in the front row, I will always be forgotten. I have always been a model.
One day, the sun was shining. I brought my newly bought toy racing car to play with my classmates on the playground. My new car left theirs behind! Suddenly, a tall shadow reached out to my racing car: "This car is good, it's mine!" " "I immediately rushed up:" It's mine, give it back to me! " "He pushed me to the ground and I could only watch him fiddle with my car. He is so high that he blocks the sun; Me, the short me, is even shorter. Heart, has been more gloomy.
The release of sunlight
I have been expecting myself to grow tall, have the right to be illuminated by the sun and have my own shadow. I waited.
After junior high school, I fell in love with basketball. Once I watched the NBA, I found that Giant Forest had a short guard who was very flexible and had a good jump shot. I was surprised,
That 1.8m defender is so dexterous in the giant jungle over 2m, and he is not afraid of those who straddle his two heads. Suddenly realized that I can also use my own advantages to make up for the lack of height.
From then on, after studying, I began to practice basketball hard. Now, I have also become an excellent point guard in our class. In the sun, I freely shuttle among those who are taller than me. It feels good to be listed.
The sunshine illuminates the shadow that has occupied my heart for many years. Now, I have grown taller, but I don't care so much about these, because my heart window is full of this bright sunshine.
Say goodbye to the shadow in your heart, the value of living is high, and the sun will naturally shine on you.
Now, I can say loudly-
The night gave me black glasses, but I used them to look for light; God gave me a gray mind, but I used it to pursue sunshine!
For the love in my heart
I can't see the drizzle and wet clothes, and I can't hear the idle flowers falling.
-Inscription.
Life is in a hurry, step on the shoulders of spring, summer, autumn and winter, let love pass through your heart, and you will find love and beauty everywhere.
Chunshuibei
Open spring with emotion, and let love continue with silence.
The warm and cold spring is like a child's face. The sneezing in the class has come and gone all day, and obviously it can't stand the cold current.
Every day, there is a big cup of antiviral particles mixed with strong medicinal flavor in my water glass, which is swallowed with a splash. It's been like this for a week.
On this day, I finally couldn't bear it, and yelled at my mother: "Don't do this again, am I still sick?" There is no need to take medicine every day! "Say, and feel abrupt, looking at mother's face, brush a little embarrassed. Immediately, a smiling face overflowed with years of traces: "Well, we won't drink tomorrow. "
The next day, there was a large glass of hot rattan juice in the glass.
Spring rain is colorless and love is silent.
Qiu Fengling
Beautiful autumn is coming. I like hanging wind chimes on the door and listening to the sound of the wind blowing.
One night, I fell asleep under a quilt, but I was frozen in the middle of the night. I was looking for it when I heard the wind chime ring slightly and the door opened. I changed my posture and pretended to be asleep, so I felt warm and the quilt came back. Mom? I narrowed my glasses into a line and watched her gently close the door and go out.
Cordate telosma, although I can't see your flowers, I can smell your fragrance.
Warm snow in winter
Winter is the season I hate most. Every day before dawn, I will get up and wait for the bus at the cold station.
It snowed all night last night. I got up late today. I stood in the snow waiting for the help of the bus. I'm going to be late. Here comes the bus. Suddenly, a taxi stopped in front of me, and the driver leaned out and said, "Son, where are you going?" I reached into my pocket, and the one-dollar coin in it was so cold that I retracted my hand. I whispered, "I only have one dollar." The driver smiled: "Get in the car, son." I looked at my watch and got on the bus. On the way, the driver almost ran a red light in order not to be late. He said that his children also take the bus every day. There is no heating in the car, but I feel warm.
When I got to school, he urged me to get off quickly so as not to be late. When I got off the bus, the snow blurred my vision. I didn't even write down his license plate number.
Postscript: When the sunshine penetrates the destiny with time, my eyes are tired, and I see that this world has love, so it is eternal.
For the eternal spring in my heart.
The house collapsed instantly, and the teaching building crashed to the ground, giving a scream and flying dust.
After the silence ...
"Wow ..." Who suddenly cried. A comforting voice came from among the dark rocks: "Who is it? Don't be afraid, someone will come to save us soon! "
"Xiao Nan, is that you?" Loki there came a light, "zhi? See the light? " The crying is gone, the dark gap is illuminated, and a pair of teary-eyed glasses are looking for it at the mouth of the cave.
"Monitor, come and save me and get me out!" The glasses in the cracks showed extreme panic.
"I'll be right there, don't be afraid!" The monitor walked slowly along the dark corner, crawling with jagged rubble.
Then there was a constant cry from the dark ruins: "Fortunately, there was no pressure. Xiaonan was trapped under the beam and couldn't get out!" " "
She began to cry again, and the monitor comforted her while slowly and carefully pushing the stone. The crying gradually subsided, and the monitor thought that she might be tired of crying, and added, "Xiao Nan, wait, come out quickly!" " "
"I really want to sleep, so tired ..." The voice was slow and weak.
"Don't sleep, Xiao Nan!" The monitor shouted for help. This stone is too heavy. It is really heavy. The monitor groped for Xiaonan's hand from the crack in the hole and squeezed it hard: "Does it hurt?" I promise to have a picnic next spring, don't sleep! "The monitor himself is tired, but his voice is still firm:" You said that you like golden yellow and light green everywhere. Have you seen it? "
"Ah ... let's see ... red, yellow, green ..." Peony is still awake, and her speech is intermittent.
The monitor shone a flashlight on Xiaonan to keep her from falling asleep, and kept saying the agreement: "The flowers are so bright, so gorgeous, so beautiful ..."
Finally, the boulder overhead was lifted and the bright blue sky shone.
"Look, spring glasses!" The monitor wept with joy, holding Xiao Nan's weak arm tightly with bloody hands, and looking at it forever bright red, tears welled up in his eyes.
For the sake of expectations in my heart
Now, a corner of that table has been worn off, and there are still several dishes on the table as usual, because grandma's love and expectations for me remain unchanged. ...
When I was young, my parents were busy with work. I basically live with my grandparents. They don't like being idle at home, so they are all busy taking care of business outside. Everyone takes turns eating, and eating is just a low stool. Although life is a little hard, it is full of happiness.
Later, when I grew up, my grandparents moved to a big house and I spent less and less time with them. I just go to my grandmother's house for dinner every weekend. I find that my favorite dishes are always in front of me, but there are always some small dishes in front of my grandmother. I didn't pay much attention to them, let alone pick a few chopsticks. And every time grandma just sits in the corner of the table to eat, I ask grandma, and grandma says she is afraid of sitting in the wind and can't stand it when she is old. Of course I believe in it and enjoy everything. ...
One day, I called Da Die and told everyone not to wait for me to go back for dinner. Later, the activity was cancelled and I decided to go to my grandmother's house for dinner. Hardly had I reached the door when I stopped. I heard and saw the conversation between my mother and grandma.
"Mom, let's eat. Your granddaughter will not come today. Come and sit in the middle. "
"No, I still sit here. That's my granddaughter's position ... "
Isn't everything clear? Grandma always sits in the corner of the table, silently caring for me. Watching me eat hard, grandma's face will be filled with that kind of loving smile for a long time. Grandma is old, and can no longer fly kites on the country roads behind my back, sing children's songs on the small bridge in that hometown and pull out bamboo shoots in the garden. Grandma is old, and she often sees a few white hairs in her temples. Her hands are no longer those thick hands that I relied on in those years, but now they are just abrupt ... Grandma entrusted me with all her expectations, and she devoted all her love to that expectation in her heart, and the only thing she can do is to give me a good place and move me delicious food. It is a habit to list love.
Just like Apricot Lotus, it doesn't just show off lightly like a willow eager for excitement, occupying a good place with water and fertile soil. It stood silently and grew into a life in the corner. Grandma loves me silently at the corner of the table for the expectation in her heart. ...
For the snowflake in my heart
Snowflakes are floating in the silent sky, and my heart is soaring.
-A little quote
The night sky tonight is so lonely and dark that there is nothing. The street lamps on the roadside flickered and lost their old colors. If you really want to go on, let the air cover me without a trace.
I was walking aimlessly in the street when a string of ringing bells came from my ear. With a burst of laughter, my eyes were moist and my heart was full of pain. A gust of wind blew from my cheek, leaving only those two crystal tears, but those tears could not bear my broken heart.
Suddenly, a cold thing fell on my forehead. I looked up and saw snowflakes falling from the sky. They are spinning, flying and floating in the air, so light and beautiful, just like beautiful fairies dancing. In an instant, that beautiful and pure dream was broken again, and the voice that I can't forget echoed in my ear: "Nothing, how can I have a child like you!" " Endless tears are like endless rivers, always so long and sad.
I opened my hands and gently stroked the snowflake. I pray: snowflakes, angels of love, take away my painful memories! Snowflakes become bigger, furry, like feathers, and fall into my heart. A tear falls from my eyes and drops on that snowflake, "Tick-tock". I looked down, how could ... how could it be? The snowflake is full of mother's figure! My mother leaned against the door with a sad face and cried for help. Looking at her lonely and heavy back, I suddenly seemed to understand everything.
The snow on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, as if my mother's heart is working hard for me.
I shook off the snowflakes, wiped the tears from my eyes and ran home with difficulty. I thought all the way: my mother's smile when I babbled; When I first learned to walk, my mother took my hand; When I handed the unbearable test paper to my mother, her eyes were full of expectation. My mother has done too much for me. I can't fail. I can't make her sad any more.
The road is still dark, but the girl can no longer see the darkness, only for the snowflakes in her heart, while the girl's front is bright, leaving only deep and beautiful footprints. ...
The best reward
That mango with black spots is my best reward and my grandma's deep love. -inscription
When the fragrance of mango wafted into my nose and wrapped around me, I thought of the best return. At this time, grandma's love is like the fragrance of mango, winding my heart and filling my heart …
That year, I used my spare time to visit my grandmother's house. In the yard, I snuggled in grandma's arms, pointed to the immature mango on the tree and shouted, "I want to eat this!" " "Although the emerald skin of mango is a little blue, it attracts my greedy taste.
"No, not yet." Grandma ha ha smiled. "Grandma will give it to you when you come back from the first place in the exam, okay?" I clapped my hands and shouted, and grandma kissed my forehead with a warm smile on her face …
Back in the city, I forgot all about it until the phone that stung my heart rang, "grandma is going to die!" " "On the other end of the phone, my aunt was crying. I froze, a tear crossed my face, and tears of regret stung my heart. I really won the first prize, but I didn't report the good news to my grandmother. I completely forgot my grandmother in the distance. I hate myself! I got on the bus to the hospital in tears.
The sheets in the hospital are horribly white, and there is a strong smell of medicine everywhere. Grandma was lying quietly in the hospital bed. When everyone looked at grandma who finally woke up with joy, the doctor said it was a reflection, and everyone was silent. I fought back my tears and rushed to grandma. I was surprised to see grandma holding a mango with black spots on its calluses. She held on so tightly that her cloudy eyes were full of disappointment. My mother told me that she told my grandmother that I had won the first prize. My grandmother always said that she would reward me with a mango, and when she went to the hospital, she also brought this mango, saying that she would give me an award in person.
I can't control my feelings anymore. "Grandma, you will be fine. Don't leave me! " "I cried with tears in my eyes, like being cut by a knife, and tears welled up.
"Reward ... reward ... mango ..." Grandma murmured, and her godless eyes revealed a kind of love that only I could read. Then she put the mango in my hand with all her strength and shook it tightly, holding my hand tightly. "Good ... good ... reading ..." Grandma's hoarse voice was only audible to me. I nodded, tears rolling in my eyes.
Suddenly, grandma let go of her hand and closed her eyes gently. At this time, my tears came out desperately, hitting my hands and mangoes. I feel this spotted mango is so heavy. Looking at grandma's quiet face, I said to myself, "Yes, I will study hard!" "
I will never forget that mango, it is the best reward!
Another summer, the mango is ripe again, and the golden mango reminds me of my deep thoughts. The smell of mango is getting stronger and stronger, just like grandma's love, which is the best reward my grandma gave me.
Travel to Beihai in early spring.
On the afternoon of March 28th, I came to Beihai Park.
As soon as I entered the park gate, the first thing I jumped into my eyes was Qiongdao, surrounded by green lakes. There stands a tall and beautiful white tower on the island.
With joy, I walked quickly to Baita with three or five groups of tourists. Pass through Zhengjue Hall and bypass Pu An Hall; I left a tree and I stepped on the steps. Soon reached the peak of Qiongdao-Baita.
Standing under the newly decorated white tower, bathed in the warm sunshine in early spring, I feel relaxed and happy in the face of the humid and pleasant spring breeze. Looking around, I saw that all the willows in the park spit out their buds, and all the willow branches danced with the warm spring breeze; Pines and cypresses are sometimes laughed and whispered by the slow spring breeze, pink wild peaches are full of flowers, delicate yellow winter jasmine is in full bloom, and magnolia is in bud; A burst of flowers is refreshing, and a tree of flowers adds a lot of poetry and painting to Beihai in early spring. From a distance, the magnificent Forbidden City complex, the magnificent Tiananmen Square, the tall and brand-new buildings and the jade belt-like roads are all vivid.
Looking at all this in front of me, my heart is full of ups and downs, and my thoughts are myriad: Beihai was originally the imperial garden of feudal emperors in Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. In the dark old society, the working people had only the bitterness and hard work of construction, but no freedom to play. At that time, when people passed by Beihai Park, they could only see the white tower standing tall in Beihai, and they could only hear the deep crying of Beihai Lake. Today, Beihai has become a people's park, and our mood is like the lake in Beihai fluctuating with the wind. ...
After going down the mountain, I walked slowly along the lake and continued to enjoy the beautiful and charming scenery of Beihai in early spring. Spring breeze blows over Lake www.zuowenw.com, bringing moist and fresh air; I remembered a landscape by the lake. I gulped the fresh air and greedily looked at the moving scenery: the grass on the shore had just arched out of the land, and the branches hanging from the black willow brushed my cheek from time to time. Under the sunshine, the lake was silvery and several boats rippled with the wind. Ancient buildings such as Wulong Pavilion, Wanfulou, Tang Yilan, Ai 'an Temple and Guanglintang are reflected in the waves in the mountains, with beautiful scenery and unique features.
Along the path, I came to the well-known Kowloon Wall, with nine dragons carved on both sides. The pattern is beautiful and generous, the colors are very harmonious, and even the pattern next to the pattern is beautifully carved. Nine carved dragons have different colors and postures, and they look lifelike. The exquisite carving of the Nine Dragon Wall fully shows the outstanding wisdom and talent of the ancient working people in China.
When the sun was about to set, I reluctantly bid farewell to Beihai Park in early spring. Beihai Park in early spring is really beautiful, but what is more beautiful is the people who bring spring scenery to Beihai Park.
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This article is mainly about the narrative of scenery and travel.
As soon as I entered the park gate, I saw a tall and beautiful white tower. I couldn't restrain my joy and soon reached the bottom of the white tower. Looking around, the author described the scenery near and far, and the rich associations arising from it. Then, after going down the mountain, I enjoyed the beautiful and charming scenery of the North Sea in early spring along the lake, and also described the Nine Dragons Wall. Finally, I wrote that the sun went down and bid farewell to Beihai Park. The author arranges the materials and the destination of the trip in chronological order. Appropriate details, lyricism, narration and description. In particular, the author is good at using description, which is not only rich in vocabulary, but also vivid and full of aesthetic feeling.
Love and tears of flowers and plants
I am a grass, sucking the milk of my poor mother, walking slowly through my childhood, stepping out of my dreams and looking forward to hope. One day, I let go of the behavior of finding the true meaning of life through labor and walked into the network, telling the pain of my growth and the glory of the gully on my forehead in words. I watched those happy flowers and plants weave all kinds of joys and sorrows on the Internet, and watched them sing heartily while stirring the fuzzy flashing lights on the stage. Look at the dignity and quietness of those pale grasses, the tenacity and tenacity of the strong grasses, and watch them put down the mask of hypocrisy in reality for a kind of gentleness and entanglement and tell their lovesickness and infatuation to the stamens. Look at those charming little flowers that show the sadness and glory in life in different ways.
Until one day, a lily came to me and asked me to stop her stupidity. She said there was a confused light on my head, and she wanted me to share it. I was dizzy by the warm wind, lost my way, and stretched out my roots to touch the perfect confusion of my dream life. I am infatuated with bubble bath, and I am absorbed in the transmission of my mind, wandering gently. One day late, I suddenly found the distance between flowers and grass, and found that the intersection was brilliant and short. I'm scared. My heart is falling in the ice room. I struggled to climb and climb, hoping to get rid of my obsession. But I will always remember the fragrance of the past. I shouted at the sky, but all beings were desolate and white clouds were flowing. Only I am lonely, where I feel sorry for myself. Happy and unrestrained lily finally tired, tired to send out a faint fragrance. But her beautiful heart cares about the gentle flow of the past, fearing that leaving will make the grass sad, and always reluctantly cheer for the petals there. The grass with an empty mind is at a loss, and it is illusory to think about where the other side of the soul is. The withered grass is always in the dream, watching quietly, giving people spiritual blessings and a little light absorbed in the sunshine. However, the difference between flowers and grass in their different attitudes towards life, the regret of time and space distance, the helplessness and sadness of youth no longer afflict grass's resilient thin arm from time to time, and the pain and depression make him painfully wander between the network and reality.
Network, you shorten the distance between time and space and soul, and you also stifle the passionate wandering of those ethnic groups who have carefully dreamed of pursuing a perfect life.