Dear Mianmian, thank you for always being by my side, giving me strength, in the long night mixed with bitter tears, in the silent dawn of sadness and despair. When I saw the report card, my eyes were slightly red, when I was at a loss when faced with a series of problems, when I set sail and planned to return to China. It was you who took my hand and told me how plum blossoms could be fragrant all over the branches without experiencing ice and snow. How can dandelion travel all over the world without experiencing wind, rain and sun? With the darkness of night, there will be the warmth and brilliance of the sun. Although we will never study in the same class again, I will always think of you whenever I encounter difficulties and want to give up. My long bangs is dotted with sunshine, and my confident face is full of optimism and strength. Tagore once said: "Only through hellish tempering can we have the power to create heaven. Only bloody fingers can pop up the swan song of the world. " I am not a god. I can create heaven after suffering. I am not a pianist. My strings are soaked in blood and my energy spectrum is natural. But I will, like them, go through hardships and never give up, flapping my ideal wings in the sky of lightning and thunder, and looking forward to the glory of the coming life on the dark and bumpy road, just because you have been by my side, teaching me optimism and strength.
Dear Xiaohui, do you still remember the green playground in primary school, where we used to lie and watch white clouds and blue sky, and let our thoughts wander freely? Do you remember the old man who sold popsicles at the school gate? We will never get tired of eating a dime popsicle? At that time, I gradually forgot my classmates, but I still remember you. We have known each other since I was five years old. You are my first friend since I know the concept of friend. You have no idea how much I miss the past. I have seen the sky and white clouds countless times, but I can no longer have the carefree mood as a child. I have eaten McDonald's and KFC many times, but I feel far less delicious than those ten-cent popsicles. Until that day, I walked into the high school campus with infinite expectations and arranged for us to meet again. This is a reunion after ten years. When we met, I couldn't express surprise and excitement. Under the polishing of time, we all lost our childlike innocence. Young edges and corners shine softly in the sun, and youthful faces interpret infinite hope for the future. I said, you have changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you. You shook your head, smiled and said, I haven't changed, I will still be by your side. Maybe the grass on which we used to lie and look up at the sky has turned yellow, and the old man selling popsicles has gone to another world. But they are all shining in my memory with your sentence "I will still be by your side", and the breath of childhood is floating in the air after ten years.
2. the composition "you are still by my side" recently, there was a love letter, which was particularly hot. It is the first prize work of the Chinese University of Hong Kong's micro-love letter "You are still by my side".
In just a few crosses, endless memories of my mother are vividly presented to us. The first two micro-love letters and several assumptions are simply impossible to realize in this world.
The water in the waterfall will not go upstream, the scattered dandelions will no longer gather into umbrellas, the sun will never rise in the west and set in the east, and the bullets that leave the gun chamber will never return to the gun chamber. However, how can the university that is already studying reply to the notice and let him go back to the ten-year cold window to study hard? All this can't be realized, because time will never go backwards because of someone, it will always go forward so cruelly and fairly, and we can only cherish the time we have.
This micro-love letter, in the third section, describes everything my mother has done for herself. The delicious kitchen, signed papers, packed schoolbags, simple trifles and pen memories have drowned people's emotions. At that time, my mother was still alive, and I wouldn't feel how these little things touched my heart.
At the end of the article, "You are still by my side" can no longer control the tears and let them rush out with sadness. We are all like this. When we have something, we can never perceive how good it is. Only when we lose it, can we find out how important it is.
We still have our parents around. Ask yourself, how much have you given back to your parents? Or how much love do you feel from your parents? If you are still complaining that your parents can't give you anything, please stop complaining at once. Don't be like the micro-love letter "You are still by my side". Keep the children, don't go near them. Time will give you time to understand, but when you understand, you can't come back to cherish it.
Take good care of everyone who loves you. They are here with you now.
I hope you are still with me. There was a love letter recently, which was very popular. It is the first prize work of the Chinese University of Hong Kong's micro-love letter "You are still by my side". In just a few dozen, endless memories of my mother are vividly presented to us.
The first two paragraphs of micro-love letters, even if there are several assumptions, are impossible to realize in this world. The water in the waterfall will not go upstream, the scattered dandelions will no longer gather into umbrellas, the sun will never rise in the west and fall in the east, and the bullets that leave the gun chamber will never come back. How can a university that is already studying return the notice and let him go back to study hard for ten years? None of this can be achieved, because time will never go backwards because of someone.
In the third section, this micro-love letter describes everything my mother has done for herself, such as the delicious kitchen, signed papers, packed schoolbags, simple trivia and pen memories, which have already drowned people's emotions. At that time, my mother was still alive, and she wouldn't feel how touching these little things were. At the end of the article, "You are still by my side" can no longer control the tears and let them rush out with sadness.
We are all like this. We can never feel how good we have, and only when we lose it will we find how important it is. We still have our parents around. Ask yourself, how much have you repaid your parents? Or how much love do you feel from your parents? If you are still complaining that your parents can't give you anything, please stop complaining at once.
Don't be like the micro-love letter "You are still by my side". Keep the children, don't go near them. Time will give you time to understand, but when you understand, you can't come back to cherish it. Take good care of everyone who loves you. They are with you now.
You are by my side. Write 600 words. You are by my side.
Not afraid of falling, because your footprints accompany you all the way; Not afraid of hardship, because you taught me to be strong; I will grow all the way, sing all the way, struggle all the way and be brilliant all the way. I will cross the wind and rain and embrace the first ray of sunshine at dawn, because you are always by my side, watching the dawn of hope with me.
Dear Mianmian, thank you for always being by my side, giving me strength, in the long night mixed with bitter tears, in the silent dawn of sadness and despair. When I saw the report card, my eyes were slightly red, when I was at a loss when faced with a series of problems, when I set sail and planned to return to China. It was you who took my hand and told me how plum blossoms could be fragrant all over the branches without experiencing ice and snow. How can dandelion travel all over the world without experiencing wind, rain and sun? With the darkness of night, there will be the warmth and brilliance of the sun. Although we will never study in the same class again, I will always think of you whenever I encounter difficulties and want to give up. My long bangs is dotted with sunshine, and my confident face is full of optimism and strength. Tagore once said: "Only through hellish tempering can we have the power to create heaven. Only bloody fingers can pop up the swan song of the world. " I am not a god. I can create heaven after suffering. I am not a pianist. My strings are soaked in blood and my energy spectrum is natural. But I will, like them, go through hardships and never give up, flapping my ideal wings in the sky of lightning and thunder, and looking forward to the glory of the coming life on the dark and bumpy road, just because you have been by my side, teaching me optimism and strength.
Dear Xiaohui, do you still remember the green playground in primary school, where we used to lie and watch white clouds and blue sky, and let our thoughts wander freely? Do you remember the old man who sold popsicles at the school gate? We will never get tired of eating a dime popsicle? At that time, I gradually forgot my classmates, but I still remember you. We have known each other since I was five years old. You are my first friend since I know the concept of friend. You have no idea how much I miss the past. I have seen the sky and white clouds countless times, but I can no longer have the carefree mood as a child. I have eaten McDonald's and KFC many times, but I feel far less delicious than those ten-cent popsicles. Until that day, I walked into the high school campus with infinite expectations and arranged for us to meet again. This is a reunion after ten years. When we met, I couldn't express surprise and excitement. Under the polishing of time, we all lost our childlike innocence. Young edges and corners shine softly in the sun, and youthful faces interpret infinite hope for the future. I said, you have changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you. You shook your head, smiled and said, I haven't changed, I will still be by your side. Maybe the grass on which we used to lie and look up at the sky has turned yellow, and the old man selling popsicles has gone to another world. But they are all shining in my memory with your sentence "I will still be by your side", and the breath of childhood is floating in the air after ten years.
5. Write an essay "You are by my side" of no less than 600 words. The applause lasted for a long time. Standing on the podium, holding the calligraphy award certificate, I am very excited, but at this time I just want to say to my father: "Thank you, my dear father."
I have been a naughty child since I was a child. When you are free, you can either catch cicadas in the trees or go fishing for shrimps in the river. Bored, I couldn't help drawing a few little people on my father's paper. In order to cultivate my "concentration", my father asked me to grasp the writing brush, but it has been eight years since this grasp.
With my father's help, I won three first places and one second place in the district competition. I can't help feeling smug in my heart: "Dad, don't let me take part in any competition in the future. As soon as I went out, I went home first. " Father smiled. Took me to visit the juvenile painting and calligraphy exhibition held in the province. Only when I saw the exquisite calligraphy works on the wall did I understand what a frog in a well is. My father showed me one by one. Some words are magnificent, some are fresh and elegant, some are like tall and straight mountains and turbulent seas, and some are like mountain streams, which are memorable.
Father smiled and asked, "What's the matter?" I clenched my father's hand: "Dad, go home and put pen and ink aside, I won't be left behind!" " "The father smiled softly again.
"When you start writing, you are practicing calligraphy", which is what my father often teaches me. In summer, the sun is scorching. I am at the square table, letting pen and ink flow. My father sent me an electric fan and an air conditioner, and gave me careful guidance at the dinner table: "It is necessary to practice calligraphy with your heart, so that you can make progress." In winter, the cold wind is biting, and my father is always by my side. I washed my pen, but I forgot the frostbite on my hand. Every time I write, he always reminds me:
"This person should be like this word, steady and square." I know my father's heart.
This time, I won the prize in the provincial calligraphy exchange competition. My father looked at me from the audience with that kind smile on his face. Thank you, dear dad, for bringing me the fragrance of pen and ink and propping up this blue sky that belongs to me!
Father, the eternal sun in my heart.
Motherly love is great. Many people write articles praising their mothers, but after that, haven't you thought about great fatherly love? Fatherly love is different from maternal love. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is that the sea shines on the blue sky above us. I am a small sail on the sea, but I don't know the vastness of the sea. . On that occasion, I sent a card to my mother on her birthday. My mother is very happy. My father saw it and took it in his hand. He looked around as if it were for him, but I said loudly, "This is for my mother." My father's face sank as if it were going to rain. I just realized how weighty this sentence is. He broke his father's heart. Father silently put down the card and walked into the restaurant. I realized that my father was kissing me and loving me, but I didn't even send him a card. I remember another time, I got 9 1 in the English exam. I thought I was very satisfied and said to my father, "Look, Dad, I got 9 1. What happened? Not bad! " Father said calmly, "Don't be proud, there are others who are taller and better than you." I'm not happy to hear that. I put my hand over my ear to avoid him, but my father said loudly, "Don't run away from shortcomings, you will never succeed if you run away." Now I know how correct this sentence is. It keeps me from sinking on the road of learning. Simple. /kloc-for 0/0 years, my father has given me endless love and affection, simple and broad. When I was young, I probably only saw a silhouette of my father, and I didn't fully understand what he had experienced. Even though my father is not a perfect person, his love for me is selfless. Father, the eternal sun in my heart.
6. With you by my side, I really feel you by my side.
You, a big tree, are standing beside me.
You are fruitful and tall. When you are thirsty, you can turn around and pick a mouth-watering fruit and taste it slowly; When I am tired, I can stop and lean beside you; When I am hot, I can hide in your thick shade and enjoy the breeze. ...
I walked in a hurry on the way to study, and it was inevitable that I would fall and bump. When I failed in the exam, I chose a moment to work hard; When I encounter difficulties, I pick an encouraging fruit; When I won, I picked an ordinary fruit ... to taste bitterness with sweet and sour. ...
Turn around, turn around, I have you by my side.
When the burden of study is on me, when the steps under my feet are heavier, every step is so difficult, and I am exhausted. At this point, I stopped and put everything aside. I lean on you, look at the blue sky, quietly smell the green breath from you, let me close my eyes and enjoy it happily. ...
When I recovered my tired body and mind under your shade, I was full of strength, confidence and fighting spirit, once again plunged into the ocean of problems, once again took the pace of struggle and tried to make successful progress. ...
Turn around, turn around, read you, have you by my side.
In fact, there is such a big tree behind everyone. It is the teacher's teaching, the encouragement of friends, and the selfless care of mothers. They silently watered this tree when you were growing up, making them the habitat of our hearts. When we fail in the learning process, the encouragement of our friends gives you the motivation to move forward. When we make mistakes, the teacher's teaching gives us the opportunity to correct them; When we were writing at midnight, your mother's company gave you the determination to stick to it.
In the middle of the night, it was very quiet outside the window. Except for the occasional breeze, it is the sound of my pen brushing. I swim alone in the ocean of problems, accompanied by more anxiety and fatigue. Every second passes, my determination to stick to it weakens by one point. At this time, my mother will quietly take a book and sit at the desk and read it silently. She didn't ask about me, and she didn't shout tired. She is afraid of affecting me, but she is afraid of affecting me.
Turn around, turn around, know you, have you by my side.
The pace of progress has never stopped, the goal of struggle has never changed, and my understanding and touching of you has become more and more profound and clear. Maybe your silence makes me understand you, maybe your breath makes me understand you, maybe your concern makes me unconsciously learn to love you ... even if I am bitter and tired again, I still have you standing behind me, giving me incomparable warmth and happiness and letting me know my family. ...
Mom? Or a big tree? I don't know and I don't want to know. ...
Because they are both the same and different. ...
Turn around, turn around, hug you, have you by my side!
7. Ask for a micro-composition, so that you can turn on the music by my side, play the song inadvertently, and listen to the familiar melody, and feel as if you are by my side.
—— Inscription I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, we ran carefree in the fields together; I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, and we walked with the wind of freedom step by step. I only remember unbridled laughter and slapstick.
Tired, I leaned my head against the green grass, closed my eyes, bathed in warm sunshine and listened to the whisper of the breeze. Even when I am asleep, I feel each other's presence in my sleep. In the darkness where there is no sky, no earth and nothing, only you are by my side.
In a blink of an eye, time passed, but we were inseparable, and we still remember the difference. No greetings, no blessings, only two simple teenagers crying, tears completely wet the skirt. I remember how many times I was upset and spoiled, and I couldn't save our reunion.
Later, when I got used to it, I gradually matured. I just write to you every week, and I often receive your letters. Every time I open your letter and listen to your life, I seem to see your figure again in a trance and return to my childhood in that dream. The familiar grass never left me, and you were by my side, never leaving. There are always some trivial things in life. I have been confused, suffered, escaped and vented. I used to be decadent, lost confidence in life, and felt lifeless and listless all day. I only feel that the world seems to have lost all its luster, and it is gloomy and has no courage to move forward.
However, every time I see your figure, you are smiling freely, which suddenly makes me feel that my burden is much lighter and my mood is better. The world in front of me once again glows with splendor, so I have the courage to move forward again, correct my mood, shoulder the burden and continue to set out for the future. I have written to you many times and received your reply many times. In many letters, most of the contents have been forgotten, but there is a sentence that makes me unforgettable: even if the world forgets you, remember that I am still by your side.
So, I smiled stupidly, and my friends laughed, too. What else can I ask for? Listening to the melody, following the beat and listening to the familiar songs coming from the headphones, I couldn't help singing: "Life is fresher with you by my side, and every moment is wonderful. I miss you …".
8. You, write a 600-word composition by my side and look up at the starry sky on many lonely nights. I clearly remember that you said to me, "I am by your side ..."
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When I was a child, I finally waited for the night when I slept in separate beds with you. You tucked me in, stroked my soft hair, and hummed me to sleep as usual.
I closed my eyes, opened them again, and said to you tearfully, "Mom, don't go, I'm afraid-"You smiled, gently left a kiss on my cheek and said, "No, mom is right beside you." So, I slept soundly. I got up early the next morning, looked at the dawn from the window, and ran to you excitedly, saying that I was a little soldier and could sleep by myself. You crouched down and whispered to me, "Mom will always be by your side …" I saw the light in your eyes, like a firm belief.
Every night, I go to sleep with the belief that you are by my side. In my sleep, I saw you and I blowing bubbles on the lawn, boating in the lake, flying kites in the square, and going to the zoo to see giraffes together. ...
That summer vacation three years ago, my cousin, who took me to visit Y City, couldn't come back with me because of something. On the other end of the phone, you asked me in a slightly expectant tone: "Can I go home by train?" I hesitated, then nodded and said, "Hmm." -so, I put your sentence "good boy, mom is by your side." I got on the Harmony bullet train in Jinan, and along the way, I was too lazy to read magazines on my seat for passengers to kill time. All I can think about is you, and you say "I'm by your side".
Every time I walk alone, I feel uneasy and uneasy, just because you are by my side.
How many times have you been nervous and depressed in your study? How many times have you said "You are by my side"? So, I am used to thinking of what you said to me before taking exams, attending speeches, drawing competitions and hosting programs: you are by my side.
"Mom, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red-violet, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Who is the shade under my sky except you? " (Bing Xin Yu) Mom, you are by my side, I know, that is forever. ...
9. Thank you for your composition. I was deeply intoxicated by it. Let me cherish it.
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Sitting alone under the starry sky, listening to the wind chimes of the years, a string of notes is flowing and jumping between your fingers.
Grandma, looking back on the road I have traveled, there are joys, twists and turns, and sorrows, but you have always been with me, making me feel warm and letting me cherish every second with you.
In the alley, it was our love, our voice, you, remember?
When I entered primary school, you were by my side every day, taking care of my life. At that time, I always felt that the time after school was the best. After school, I walked out of the school gate and saw that you had an April-like waist. I walked up to you and threw myself into the warm embrace I thought at that time. You touch my head and hand me a candy, which is sweet in mouth. Hand in hand, we walked together in the alley, singing Jiangnan minor, and the long alley echoed deeply. ...
Under the starry sky, there is your love for me, echoing our joys and sorrows and staying in my heart forever. You, remember?
Since I entered junior high school, I have been immersed in depression. You accompany me when I am sad, and you accompany me when I am happy. The joy of success, you accompany me to be happy, and hold me and point to the endless sky and say to me, "Our little pistil is always the brightest one in the starry sky." Then, there came our laughter. The taste of failure is that you accompany me in pain, which makes me regain my confidence: "It doesn't matter, we will definitely win next time." You touched my head and held me tightly in your arms. ...
In the room, the breeze blew, storing the fragrance of magnolia and our memories. You, remember?
Sitting under the starry sky with you, looking at the distance, you said you were tired, and I helped you into the house. Tucked you in. When you got up to leave, you held my hand tightly, just as I held you tightly. That night, I stayed with you and listened to you tell our memories. It's so sad and touching. That night, cicada stopped singing and listened to you quietly telling our memories by the window. The breeze is blowing gently, which makes people feel particularly comfortable, and the magnolia beside the bed is also particularly refreshing. ...
Thank you for staying with me, and thank you for your love, which always makes me deeply intoxicated and reluctant to leave.
10. In the third grade composition, you accidentally turned on the music around me, inadvertently played the song, listened to the familiar melody, and felt as if you were by my side and never left. -inscription
I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, we ran carefree in the fields together; I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, and we walked with the wind of freedom step by step. I only remember unbridled laughter and slapstick. Tired, I leaned my head against the green grass, closed my eyes, bathed in warm sunshine and listened to the whisper of the breeze. Even when I am asleep, I feel each other's presence in my sleep. In the darkness where there is no sky, no earth and nothing, only you are by my side.
In a blink of an eye, time passed, but we were inseparable, and we still remember the difference. No greetings, no blessings, only two simple teenagers crying, tears completely wet the skirt. I remember how many times I was upset and spoiled, and I couldn't save our reunion. Later, when I got used to it, I gradually matured. I just write to you every week, and I often receive your letters. Every time I open your letter and listen to your life, I seem to see your figure again in a trance and return to my childhood in that dream. The familiar grass never left me, and you were by my side, never leaving.
There are always some trivial things in life. I have been confused, suffered, escaped and vented. I used to be decadent, lost confidence in life, and felt lifeless and listless all day. I only feel that the world seems to have lost all its luster, and it is gloomy and has no courage to move forward. However, every time I see your figure, you are smiling freely, which suddenly makes me feel that my burden is much lighter and my mood is better. The world in front of me once again glows with splendor, so I have the courage to move forward again, correct my mood, shoulder the burden and continue to set out for the future.
I have written to you many times and received your reply many times. In many letters, most of the contents have been forgotten, but there is a sentence that makes me unforgettable: even if the world forgets you, remember that I am still by your side. So, I smiled stupidly, and my friends laughed, too. What else can I ask for?
Listening to the melody, following the beat and listening to the familiar songs coming from the headphones, I couldn't help singing: "Life is fresher with you by my side, and every moment is wonderful, I think ..." ...