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.
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.
3. Semi-propositional composition-you are still by my side. You are a big tree standing behind 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, you're behind me.
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, with you behind me.
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 was afraid it would affect me, but.
Turn around, turn around, understand you, have you behind me.
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 and hug you, with you behind me.
4. 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 and never give up.
—— 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 …".
5. 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.
6. "You are still with me" The whole poem "You are still with me" is:
The water in the waterfall goes upstream,
Dandelion seeds floated back from a distance and gathered into an umbrella.
The sun rises in the west and sets in the east.
The bullet returned to the chamber, the athlete returned to the starting line,
I handed in the admission notice and forgot the ten-year cold window.
The smell of food wafted from the kitchen,
You signed my papers,
Turn off the TV and help me carry my bag.
You are still with me.
Extended data:
1, content outline
"This simple and touching poem is the first prize of the micro-love letter essay contest of Independent Times magazine of the Chinese University of Hong Kong," You are still by my side ",and it is a small poem for my mother.
The author Dai Chang is a lovely northeast child. This poem was published during the Spring Festival when he was studying in Hong Kong. It is worth mentioning that this touching little poem was once mistaken for a poem mourning the death of mother.
Actually, it's not like this. The happy mother has not died yet. I hope this article can correct the rumors and wish all parents in the world peace and happiness.
2. Comments and appreciation
This is the most beautiful love letter, from the most beautiful emotion. I hope you are still by my side, but unfortunately, you are no longer by my side ... The most painful thing in life is "raising children and not being with parents". I wish I could go back in time and go back to my childhood when my parents were around.
When we are together, at that time, only Tao is ordinary, so ordinary that we don't know how to cherish it. Therefore, we always face the familiar silently, but are moved by the strange smile.
In a blink of an eye, they are old and gone, but time can't go back, if, and only if. What can we do when our parents are still around? Why can't time go back? These are for your consideration.