One more time, "Bless your mother"
Mother, an ordinary person who gave birth to me and raised me, contains maternal love that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea; " "Mom" is a very familiar term that I have been calling for sixteen years, but what is depicted behind it is selflessness and greatness.
I remember when I was a child, one time I had a fever, and my mother anxiously stayed by my bedside all night long. She didn’t let out a long sigh of relief until my fever subsided. Looking at my mother's tired eyes, I felt distressed and told her to take a rest, but my mother smiled and said, "I'm an adult, it doesn't matter." In fact, my mother was not tired, but in front of me, she showed her Showing the most energetic side of himself.
When I went for a walk when I was a child, my mother always asked me to walk on the side far away from the road, but I always walked on the side closer to the road. Whenever I asked to change places with my mother, my mother always said: "There are many cars on this side of the road and it's not safe." That's how my mother always gave me the safest place.
When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, my classmate invited me to attend her birthday party. Because I was in a hurry, I went with a few friends who came to see me without calling my mother. When I got home, It was already after nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as I entered the door, my mother came up to me anxiously and asked me where I had been. Still immersed in the happy time, I said casually: "I went to attend my classmate's birthday party." Who would have thought that my mother would get angry as soon as she heard this: "Go. You didn’t tell me in advance when you attended a classmate’s birthday party. Do you know how hard it was to look for you when I came back from work today and saw you not at home? It was better for you to play outside for a few hours leisurely! "I heard! I cried aggrievedly, and the previous happy mood was swept away. I thought: I am just going to attend a birthday party. There is nothing worth making a fuss about. But later I realized how anxious my mother was that she couldn’t find me that day. She called no less than twenty times, made five trips to the school, and barely even went to the police station to call the police and put up a missing person notice. From then on, I never dared to run out without telling my mother.
Maternal love is a ray of sunshine that makes my little sapling grow healthily and happily; maternal love is a green leaf that protects my flower; maternal love is a box of crayons that teaches me the importance of life. Colorful patterns are drawn on white paper.
Mother is ordinary, she just silently integrates maternal love into the heart of her child. But at the same time, mother is great. She loves and supports her children so that they can grow up healthily and happily.
"Whoever speaks a word of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." I don't have more beautiful language and more gorgeous words to thank my mother. I can only send my best wishes to my mother on the occasion of Mother's Day. Heartfelt blessings.
Let me say thank you again
Ma Ruichen xiao xue 123, Class 2, Grade 1, Grade 3, Experimental Experiment, Daqing No. 1 Middle School
When I fall, he will be the first A man came over and asked, "Does it hurt?" He was Xu Chenshuo, my inseparable good friend. Every time I get help from him, I say thank you in my heart.
One day, just because of a card, the flower of our friendship withered. After school, I walked alone on the way home, feeling empty and helpless. The willow trees on the roadside seemed to be blaming me for being narrow-minded. I was very conflicted. I wanted to reconcile but was afraid that he would ignore me. After two or three days like this, we were silent to each other.
When I got home, I told my mother about this. My mother said: "Good friends should not care about trivial matters and be tolerant to their friends." So I made up my mind to take the initiative to reconcile with him. But the next morning I heard someone calling me. I lay on the window sill and took a look. It turned out to be Xu Chenshuo! He said, "I have a good card here for you. Come down quickly. I will go to school with you today!" After hearing this, I burst into tears. It seems that he has forgiven me a long time ago and sincerely reconciled with me. What a wonderful day! Suddenly, I felt that the willow tree that scolded me that day also smiled, as if to say: I am happy for you to see that you have reconciled. I feel relaxed, the sky is high, and the clouds are flying...
A philosopher said: "The ocean is broader than the land, the sky is broader than the ocean, and the sky is broader than the sky. It’s the human soul.” I want to say thank you again to Xu Chenshuo!
Say it again - Goodbye
The most genuine feeling in the world is family affection; the most sincere feeling in the world is love; and the most true and deepest feeling in the world is There is nothing better than friendship;
——Inscription
I believe everyone must be familiar with the word friendship. Everyone has friends and friendship. In my eyes, it can be said that friendship is the most difficult emotion to part with. I also have the most true friendship I have ever had.
When I was a child, I lived in the city with my grandparents. My parents are doing business in other places. At that time, there were no other brothers or sisters in my family, so I would sit alone in a chair and watch TV every day. Until one day, I really couldn't contain my desire to play. Ran out. Gradually, I became familiar with the surrounding environment, and everything was not as strange as before.
I also met many friends and played together almost every day, playing this and that, and my heart was satisfied. I also met a brother who was a few years older than me. Although he is a few years older than me, I still call him by his first name because it feels more intimate.
At that time, I was still very young and not very sensible. Follow him everywhere every day. Play some games that make me look childish right now. The most thrilling game is "Selling Iron to Sell Iron". In the past, we took a hammer and ran to an abandoned construction site. When I saw the iron stuck in the stone, I went forward and knocked. While I was knocking, I paid attention to the person watching the construction site, but I couldn't keep knocking. He took the hammer from my hand, shook it, and the iron was broken. Yes, I stood beside him, shouting and applauding. I really admired him. We put the broken iron into a bag and ran away quickly. I was afraid of being caught by the people guarding the construction site. We ran to the scrap collection station and were sold the iron that was thrown at us. Then use the money from the sale to buy water, drink and food. When eating these things, I feel really happy. After all, it is the money we "earned" ourselves.
He spent the best childhood time with me. I was really happy with him, and he was also my former best friend.
A few years ago, I left there and came to Fuzhou. When I left, I didn't see him, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Here, I would like to say a belated farewell to you - goodbye, goodbye to my dear good friend and good brother.
Say "Thank you again!" Chen Yutong
Unknowingly, six years of primary school life is coming to an end. We will say goodbye to our beautiful alma mater, and to the classmates and teachers who have been with us day and night. At this parting moment, I would like to say "thank you" to the classmates who have helped me and brought me happiness.
I still clearly remember when I first transferred to your class. Because I couldn’t adapt to the new environment and classmates, I became taciturn. In order to make me cheerful and to be accepted into the new group as soon as possible, After class, you took the initiative to chat with me and played games, which made me gradually fall in love with this warm class.
The countless help you gave me during the days we got along is still fresh in my memory. When I am not in the classroom, you will quietly work for me. The desktop is tidy, the desk box is tidy, and someone has taken over my labor position...
I am a member of the school basketball team, and I play every day Basketball training must be carried out, especially when the game is approaching, and the training cannot be relaxed. Often during the main class, the team members would come to call us for training, which made me very hesitant. If I go to the playground, I will miss the important content explained by the teacher. If I don't go, it will affect the collective honor. Just when I couldn't make up my mind, it was you who turned around and said softly: "Chen Yutong, go ahead! Give me the book and I will record it for you!" Immediately, feelings of gratitude turned into waves of warmth and surged through my body. In fact, Shi Jiayi was also recorded for me. Every time I return to the classroom after playing basketball, I see that the Chinese books are full of your beautiful handwriting, which is more serious than I remember. I sincerely thank you.
I remember that afternoon, I was angry because of the teacher’s criticism. I didn’t go downstairs during dinner. Lu Yaqi didn’t bother to eat and came to the classroom to call me, but I stubbornly didn’t go downstairs. Unexpectedly, Yu Siqi actually brought the plate up, and his best friend Zhang Jiakun also followed him upstairs.
It was your constant persuasion that made me realize my mistakes and change my bad temper...
There are many such things. I will keep your sincerity and enthusiasm in my heart. I just want to sincerely say "thank you" to everyone again!
Dad, let me say I'm sorry again
He is a strict father, and I am a stubborn daughter. In my memory, I have never acted coquettishly on his shoulder, and he has never acted coquettishly. He has never praised me in person. Except for the occasional quarrel after two sentences, we rarely communicated calmly.
I have always thought that I was a girl who failed to live up to expectations and was not enough for him to take him seriously. .
When he went home and watched TV from elementary school, he started to get aggressive.
When he came home once a week from middle school, he started questioning him about his most recent studies.
When I was in high school, I lived at my aunt's house with no one to supervise or supervise me. My grades dropped rapidly, and I started to miss him for being strict and bad-tempered.
My college entrance examination results were not ideal, but he neither beat me nor scolded me. Instead, he calmly sent me to the repeat class. Maybe he was completely disappointed with me. In order to prove myself, I made up my mind to study hard for a year to show my ridicule of his disappointment.
In that hesitation and In the season of confusion, I met a boy I hadn’t seen for a long time. His melancholy and clarity fascinated me. The ignorant love in adolescence overwhelmed everything, and my father’s disappointment was also left behind...
The college entrance examination is back again. Once I failed, he roared, scolded me, yelled at me, and even wanted to hit me. Finally, he was stopped by the neighbors. My resentment and anger also piled up in my heart. Why can't he usually encourage me more, but instead give me a slap in the face? I kept talking about so-and-so’s child for a long time, how good his grades were, and now he blames me. Am I still his daughter? I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time that night. I kept blaming him in my heart for being harsh and unreasonable. I woke up in the middle of the night. I came and heard the sobs coming from the room opposite, the man's choked and sad voice. The voice was so strange and sad, and it deeply hurt my nerves.
I remembered There is no connection between his stern face and this voice, but it is indeed his voice. Why is he so sad? I have completely hurt him? Hasn't he always looked down on me? It's like reading a comic book in his heart I remember a lot.
When I had smallpox in the first grade of elementary school, he would ride his two old-fashioned bicycles to take me to the hospital for an intravenous drip every morning after the second class. The snow that week was so good It was so big that when I looked back, there were only deep bicycle marks left on the road. The snow was so heavy that I always felt like I would fall down at any time, but he was always so steady when riding his bike.
Passed the sixth grade exam When I was in the key class, he spent more than half a month's salary to buy me a Phoenix brand bicycle.
And when I was sick in high school, he cooked soup for me every week...
Tears blurred my eyes. They also blurred my memory.
Have I forgotten all of this? Or am I still overwhelmed by his usual severity? Why did I meet someone by chance in adolescence? A beautiful boy and ignored and betrayed the man who has been silently watching your growth behind your back? This made me understand the meaning of betrayal and the depth behind it for the first time.
Four years later, I graduated from a normal school After graduating from college, he had already taken care of everything for me to teach in a public school, which was a privilege and a matter of course. This time, I rejected his offer and came to the south alone. He couldn't understand it, but he still couldn't get over me.
When I went home for the Chinese New Year last year, I brought back my boyfriend, who I fell in love with, and a surprise: I was getting married.
Before coming to work, my father and my boyfriend had a long talk. He asked why I insisted on going to the south to work after graduation. Only now did he understand why. However, having a girl outside really worried him.
Unexpectedly, I still made him worried. .For another man, I once again ignored his care and worry. My daughter always thinks of you at the last moment. Dad, let me say I’m sorry again.
Let me say hello teacher again ( Children's composition)
The bell rang for class, and you slowly entered the classroom. The class monitor stood up, and the whole class stood up and said neatly and cordially: "Hello, teacher!" For six years, these three words have been repeated every time in class, but every day the students look very excited, their eyes It's such a long-lasting nostalgia. At this time, I clearly saw you, dear teacher, with tears in your eyes that were not easily noticed by others. You were equally excited, but more of your expectations and blessings for us. I will graduate from elementary school soon, but I don’t want to leave you or this friendly group.
Do you know? teacher. Looking at your increasingly thin face and disheveled hair, a thousand words in my heart turned into "Hello, teacher."
Do you know? teacher. What we like to listen to most is your Chinese class. When I told my grandparents what you told us about "Tadpole Looking for Mom", "Kitten Fishing" and "Crow Drinking Water" and listened to them praising me for being smart, teacher, do you know who I am most grateful to? ? It's you, teacher.
Did you know? teacher. I used to be a shy child, never daring to express myself, even afraid to speak in class. Children's Day is here, and I'm waiting to watch other people's programs as usual.
At this time you called me to the office and asked me to go on stage to read a poem. I was very scared. You said: "Don't be afraid, I believe you will read well." Your words gave me great strength and I became bolder. When I came off the stage with the second prize, teacher, did you know? I really want to recite to you the "Hello Teacher, Hello!" which is full of your painstaking efforts! 》——
Did you know? teacher. When you lost your dear mother, you still walked up to the podium, endured the pain to teach us and asked us to sing "Only Mom is Good in the World", the whole class shed tears, and our childlike innocence was completely moved by you.
Did you know? teacher. When you bent down and struggled to pick up the chalk tip that fell on the ground and continued to use it, the whole class was in awe of you. You invisibly taught me an ideological and moral lesson. When I licked the bowl of porridge, When I was clean and got a pen from grandpa. Teacher, do you know? It is you who made me develop the good habit of diligence and thrift.
Teacher, you have paid a lot for us, but you have received very little. I don’t know what words to use to praise you here. I can only say silently "Hello, teacher!"
Say again: "Hello, teacher--!"
The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I will soon have to say goodbye to my teacher and choose another starting point. But how could I say goodbye with tears? The flood of past events, one after another, all shook my heartstrings strongly...
I remember one morning in the second grade of junior high school, the first lesson was your politics class. I haven't completely gotten rid of the fatigue from last night, and I can't cheer up. It was time for class, "Hello, classmates!" In my sleepy thoughts, the teacher's voice was still very clear, and I stood up as if reflexively. "Hello, Teacher!"
Although I did not participate, this greeting was not affected at all. Then, everything is the same as before. Sleeping is probably the best way to get by. I usually love to "speak", but today I gave up the right to speak to others.
After class, you walked up to me and asked gently: "What's wrong with you?" The "rest" of a class made me transition into a normal state. He replied incoherently: "I have a bit of a cold." After saying that, even he felt moved. My heart was beating so hard. You believed my lie and told me, "If you can't bear it anymore, just go back to the dormitory and rest." I hesitated again, "It's nothing... it's okay." You took some medicine from the class medicine box. Give me. I was secretly grateful that I had escaped a harsh criticism.
"The sky is unpredictable." That evening, I really fell ill. It was acute enteritis, vomiting and diarrhea, accompanied by fever. I lay on the bed in the dormitory and didn't want to move. Soon, when I was falling asleep, the door was pushed open. A thin figure came into my blurred consciousness, like my overworked mother. She walked up to me and said in a gentle and somewhat complaining tone: "The teacher asked you to come back early, why do you still insist on going to class? This child !...Are you feeling better now?" I nodded feebly. A hand gently placed on my forehead, and I felt my mother's love quickly pass through every "numb" nerve in me. In the blur, I quickly recognized the pair of glasses and the tired, eager eyes. I choked, but didn't make a sound. I took the pills. After some more warnings, you left quietly. At this time, my face was full of tears. My heart is full of regret and self-blame...
Say again, Hello Teacher
"Hello Teacher!" Such kind words. It contains a lot of sincerity and respect for the teacher. However, for us middle school students, it seems so strange and distant.
My childhood reading career is childish and pure, full of endless joy. At that time, the teacher was supreme in our hearts. The teacher's praise is our greatest honor. When I encounter a little grievance, I will always run to the teacher to "complain". Of course, the result will often be happy with the teacher's comfort and criticism of the prankster; before class, I always shout: "Teacher" OK!" That voice and emotion were so sincere and heartfelt. Then listen carefully to the teacher's cordial reply: "Hello, classmates!" At that time, there was such cordiality and harmony between teachers and students. On the green grassy playground of the primary school, we left behind the laughter of our childhood, and the teacher playing with us...
As time goes by, we enter junior high school unknowingly. As people grow up, they learn more subjects and their learning burden becomes heavier. As a result, our active and joyful figures can no longer be seen on the playground, and the voices full of childishness can no longer be heard. We no longer have the joy of the past. All day long is homework after homework, study after study. During class, the teacher always gives us a serious and indifferent feeling. Even sometimes when I watch the teacher walk up to the podium, I finally remember that there should be a greeting between teachers and students, but it is just a routine, the voice is sparse and draggy, far from the sincerity and innocence of childhood.
Nowadays, we are "rotating at high speed" according to the teacher's arrangements all day long, reading, answering papers, listening to lectures, dictating English words as complex as stars, reciting long and smelly political analysis, and answering illusory questions. XYZ... If you are not careful, the "storm" is coming, both at home and at school.
We rotate and rotate mechanically every day, but the human spirit cannot keep up with the rhythm of the machine, so we doze off in class. After class, I was confused.
But I want to say again: "Hello, teacher." Because teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; some say, teachers are like beacons, guiding us in the direction of progress when we are confused; some say, teachers are like a shot in the arm, when we are in frustration and When we are faced with difficulties, it gives us the motivation and courage to move forward. yes! The selfless efforts of our beloved teachers are expected to enable our students to achieve excellent results and become people who contribute to society. Although teachers have children, they focus more on us. When we go home every day, our children are already asleep, and when we go to work every day, our children are still sleeping. Talking about each teacher's experience will make people's hearts move. In the office, the teacher prepares lessons hard and strives to make the lesson plan better. Under the light, the teacher is correcting the homework meticulously. The silver in the black hair shines dazzlingly under the light. Teacher, you are the warmest sun in our hearts! You are the brightest sun in our hearts. "Come with a heart in your hand, and leave without a piece of grass." This is the embodiment of the teacher's tireless teaching and selfless dedication. The teacher's love is "otherworldly" and selfless. This love gives us warmth and strength. Encourage every student to continuously realize their own pursuits and reach the other side of their ideals. Time has no trace, from near to far; life has traces, and the dots are connected. From childhood to youth, from youth to old age, the reason why human life is beautiful and warm is because many people and many things have given us foundation, luster, color, strength, and courage... …It is our parents who give us life, our family members who give us affection, and our friends who give us friendship; it is misfortune that gives us maturity, setbacks that give us firmness, suffering that gives us perseverance, and adversity that gives us success. But in all of this, there is a color that is the background and a strength that is the support. This is the teacher's preaching and teaching, the teacher's instructions and exhortations, and the teacher's criticism and rebuke. Great love has no words, true love has no resentment. It is the teacher's white hair that tells us that love is spring light melting into the snow, love is giving charcoal in the snow; love is an oasis in the desert, love is the source of life; it is the teacher's back that tells us that love is a kind of giving, and love is a kind of dedication. The teacher is silent and does not ask for anything in return. He lets the dust dye his hair and leaves his shadow on the podium. The teacher remains the same, year after year, generation after generation. In our growth process, we are accompanied by a strong teacher's love. The teacher is the charcoal fire in the harsh winter, the thick shade in the hot summer, the stepping stone in the turbulent water, and the beacon in the sea of ??fog. The teacher uses the nectar of knowledge to nurture delicious fruits, and uses the clear spring of the soul to nourish ideal flowers. well! I really want to get rid of the heavy burden on my shoulders and the heavy burden on my mind, and regain the childlike joy I had before. I really want to go back to the happy time of seeking knowledge as a child, I want to say "Hello, teacher" again, and I want to hear that childish voice.