Farewell
That green line, one by one, one by one, there throbbed everyone's eyes, everyone's hopes.
There was hardly a sound left in the ward, except for the rapid heartbeat due to grief, and except for the stubborn and slight footsteps of the emergency doctor. Nothing, nothing ......
The state of everyone was still, but still, they could not hide the fear in their hearts, it was the most horrible thing in the world, it literally took people's souls away!
They looked at him like that, their eyes full of hope, love, fear, sadness. They clenched their hands, no, never! How great he was, how could ......
And he, just still, still, lying there on the cold bed. He looks like an angel, an angel who brings warmth to the earth. You know, he will also be tired ah, this is not, he fell asleep. What a handsome and kind expression! In fact, why don't people want him to sleep a little more? However, the country needs him, the people need him, everyone needs him ah ......
His wife gently walked in. In the nurse's support, she looked at him, he is their most beloved husband ah! That thousands of miles away to send a deep love letter to the young man, that begonia book under the companion of their own old partner ...... years really urge people to age ah, a light love really went through half a century. And the warmth will never pass away. I remember a few days ago, he also once smiled at her and said, "In fact, my stomach is still loaded with many, many words unsaid!" And she, looking at his childish dimples, replied softly, "Me too, there are so many things I haven't told you yet!" She thought to herself, "Let's just bury those words in her heart! Forever and ever...
The clock on the wall chimed and another minute passed. Every minute was so long now. And so on! The green lines began to flicker uneasily, making a beeping sound. Geez! What the hell was going on! As people watched in agony, the lines slowed, and slowed, and slowed ...... until they became a straight line, a hideous knife! Geez! How could it be, how could ......
All hearts were emptied and stood still with nothing. Only his wife, trembling, went to the bedside, stroked his gray hair, and kissed him y on the forehead.
The room was surprisingly quiet, only echoed the shivering call: "You're gone, how did you go ...... how not to wait for me ......" A drop of teardrops fell on his thin face , melting the happiness.
Everyone was in tears, watching the dying old man kiss her lover goodbye. They were all reminiscing: a few months ago, before he had his last surgery, he was still looking for someone to talk to when he went into the operating room. Half a month ago, he was still receiving foreign guests with those swollen feet, wearing ill-fitting cloth shoes. A few hours ago, he was in a coma and said, "I have nothing more to do here, you go and take care of comrades who need it more." And now ......
Suddenly, the sound of shocking cries rang out! People had never been so sad, people had never felt so bewildered and overwhelmed. No voice, no words could express such feelings. He was the lamp that guided the ship's progress. He was the fire that burned itself to bring light to the people. In this decade of the devil, what abyss of destruction would we be heading towards if it were not for him? Jesus! He's gone ...... He's gone ...... We love you! Don't you go! We want you to stay, stay ......
The sky outside the window began to whiten, like a pale, twisted face, crying, heartbroken.
2. Prairie Farewell (Imitation + Continuation) EssayThe Mongolian hosts danced and sang with their guests, not realizing that the sun was already in the west.
A touch of sunset lazily shines on the vast and boundless grassland, and the leaves of the trees glitter with golden light under the light of the setting sun. The picture looks serene and peaceful.
Outside the cream-colored yurt, the hosts are bidding farewell to their Han Chinese friends, the hosts' enthusiastic hands and guests shook and shook, and the words of love and reluctance said and said ...... "Thank you for your hospitality today, so that we tasted a lot of delicious, enjoy the scenery of the prairie, watch the Grassland scenery, watching your beautiful folk dance! If you have the opportunity, you can come to our city, that is also a different flavor!" One of the guests came forward and shook hands with them. The hearts of the hosts were warmed up and they walked over - a few hugs, a few warmth, a smile on their faces, but more than anything else, a look of dismay.
"Thank you, our friends, you are always welcome in the beautiful prairie!" The people of the prairie said in unison. The guests rode their horses and ran to where the car was, but their eyes did not look at the front, but still and the masters of the prairie people look at each other, that a prairie love is still still lingering.
Guests walking on the grassland, only to feel that the sincere friendship to them all surrounded by their hearts hot, hand also hot, as if by who held like. The grassland love deep why bear to say goodbye, when can we see each other again? The Mongolian and Han Chinese love is so deep that they can't bear to say goodbye, the end of the world, the blue grass talk about the slanting sun! As the guests' car slowly drove forward, they did not see that the hosts were still waving their hands.
The sky over the prairie, because there is no cover, extraordinarily cheerful, a blue grassland is not empty, it is green really, green moving, full of the spirit of life.
3. about "farewell" essay to write how to acaIn the farewell party, I really can not let him go ah, and now he is going to go, one by one, the students went up to the podium, while talking and crying, what is the matter, on the big phone home, when the army went.
I remember when, brother tearfully waved goodbye to us, I could not help but cry, because, Wu Xunlei from the first grade and we are classmates,
We can not afford to Wu Xunlei go, coupled with the standard salute.
"Goodbye, loved ones! Goodbye, happy forever. Instructor: Mr. Feng
II. Farewell
Brother went away and left our hometown, causing Wu Xunlei also cried.
I also shed tears of sadness, I only silently blessed Wu Xunlei students in my heart, my great aunt spoke: "Children, in Taiwan to be self-reliant, brother."
Brother barely showed a smile, whispered: "Brother, stay, do not go, at home to obey, oh!"
"No! I do not, the teacher called Wu Xunlei students to the podium.
The teacher asked our class to give Wu Xunlei a farewell party, so that students one by one to say what they want to say to him from the heart.
Brother listened to a standing position! To know, be a soldier!"
"Mom, son left, some students wish Wu Xun radar a smooth sailing!" Auntie laughed!" I pushed past him and said frantically. Great aunt ran up and hugged me, do not let others bully, so that your father can rest assured!"
"I will, Dad, don't worry, I'm still a soldier!"
"Hongming ah, some students wished Wu Xunlei good health, some students wished Wu Xunlei radar learning progress, and some students gave Wu Xunlei some small gifts!" Grandpa said strongly, said happily "son, don't worry about mom, good guard the motherland ah, Wu Xun Lei's good friend Wang Fangge said while still with Wu Xun Lei hugged and cried, I wish him to make progress in his studies, good health, should have to do the soldier's temperament for the past to fight for the glory of the sadly said: "Let your brother to go! "
At this time, after all, Wu Xunlei and I classmates for three years, you have to take care of ah: "Junjun, rushed forward to pull his brother's hand, reluctantly said a . Farewell
Today, the teacher told us that Wu Xunlei students to go to Shenzhen with his mother and transferred to where
To study, the students are very sad
4. How to write a farewell essayPart 1 ~
Farewell, but also a kind of enjoyment
Junior high school, out of the mountains.
Before we were young we were also old, in the sea of books with cloudy eyes, confused to the end of the junior high school. The sun is still bright, and even ***, our black eyes seem to gradually clear, sober behind the parting of the surprise.
The old saying goes: "There are friends from afar, not happy." It is also said that "I advise you to finish a glass of wine, west out of the Yangguan no one." People are always keen on the joy of getting together but feel miserable at the time of parting.
The kind of math teacher struggled to move the fat body, the last few classes before graduation somehow everything slowed down. The writing, talking to each other, everything is no longer, there is only the solemnity before the parting, less solemn, more a few points of helplessness. White chalk ash slowly drifting down the sun, the teacher's sweat is fixed like a flash of summer sunshine. He asked us over and over again, "Got it?" Then he erases it and starts over. Another burst of pen dust that did not fall into the sunset, carrying three years of dedication to the love, in the air full of moving flurry. Accompanying the dismissal of the class *** was his somewhat hoarse helplessness. How I wish this lesson had no end. He is not good at words, gave us undoubtedly the most moving appeal - parting is moving enjoyment.?
Although the old class expressly prohibited, but the classmate record is still a lightning speed in the "underground" dissemination, only in the last days with the simplest words to let the memory of the activity in the paper. Unintentionally browsing through the class records, there are just stripped of the old flashy appearance of the real heart, everyone is trying to leave their own shadow on a small piece of paper, with three years of inseparable together, to instill the sincere thoughts and heart. Here, there is no mockery and sarcasm, no inferiority and condescension, only one after another unrequited true friends - parting is the true enjoyment.?
The old class, who has been murdering us for three years, finally could not restrain the tears that filled her eyes, and we came to realize that she, who is tough on the outside, also has the softest place in her heart, and that place is inhabited by sixty children who are pure and happy like crystals. She still winds up arranging the class, but a few more points of reluctance - parting is the enjoyment of cherishing.
That once scattered in the corner of the love and wonderful, in the parting quietly attacked, parting touch but let us love. We think we have lost everything, but we enjoy in the parting, in the enjoyment of parting, this watery years once.
Part 2
September 14, 2008
Countless times I imagined the scene at the time of parting, countless times to comfort themselves with the passage of time gradually forget, countless times to say to themselves: can not be in front of her tears, but it really came to this day, to the time of parting, or can not help but throw in her arms, let the tears fly in this season.
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Early for this day to prepare, hope to give her a little comfort. Sitting surprisingly still, waiting for her to arrive. She always walked slowly up to the podium, stood in her all-too-familiar place, and bowed slightly to say, "Hello class!" Waiting for us to say, "Hello, teacher!" Then she began to lecture with her unique voice. Her class is very common, but very vivid, will not make us blood pounding, but very listenable. And today, unlike the previous days of class, is our farewell meeting for her.
A few months ago, she was transferred to the Forestry Bureau. She was supposed to go to work right away, but she couldn't bear to see us, fearing that leaving in the middle of the day would affect our grades, so she took a few months' vacation and continued to teach us lessons without a word until the school year was almost over. She left without a word, without even saying goodbye to us. A few days ago, I dialed her cell phone number to inform her to come to the farewell party we were throwing for her. We put up a banner with the words "Teacher Qiao, we will always love you" in white letters on a red background, which contains our five-year teacher-student relationship. We bought her a quilt and a gift and wished her all the best for the future.
The second hand is ticking, as if knocking on the hearts of the class of sixty-seven students. When the minute hand pointed to nine o'clock, she stepped into the classroom that witnessed our growth, and walked onto the familiar podium. This action was once so familiar, but has become strange, it stung my eyes, stung my heart. Tears couldn't help but well up, but I still stood up and poured out my heart, which I had long been familiar with: "Mr. Qiao, although you're no longer a teacher, I can't help but use this title, because you'll always be my teacher!" Another student stood up, "Mr. Qiao, come back!" "Teacher Qiao, I wish you all the best in the days to come."...... The teacher cried, so fragile and sad that it made our hearts ache. A few boys walked up to the podium and sang for her, "Teacher Qiao, I love you like a mouse loves rice ......"
We cried, wrote our names on the banners, gave her the banners with everyone's name on them, gave her the gifts we had prepared. for her to write blessings for us on our exam papers. I stood beside her and smelled her scent, a comforting scent. I jumped into her arms and held on to her tightly, afraid that she would suddenly disappear, tears streaming out uncontrollably. Had no one when she left sad, countless times to imagine the parting scene, countless times to comfort themselves will gradually forget with the passage of time, countless times to say to themselves: must not be in front of her tears, but really to this day, to the time of separation, or can not help but cast in her arms, so that the tears fluttered in this season.
Or to leave, or to separate. Looking at her back, I was enlightened, some things in life can not be changed, can not escape, have to bravely face. Tomorrow, it is a new day, the teacher's love accompanied me into a new page of life!
5. 200 Words on Farewell"Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue even in the sky." The song is like a sharp knife, piercing into my heart.
Today it snowed, off and on for a day and a night, and it's been a long time since I've seen such a picture of nothing. I and my good friends, sitting in the old school imitation lawn to catch up, would have been a happy thing, but the students sang to me "farewell", and Hyun very beautiful, the voice is very light, so sing to me, I can not help but weep, because I want to transfer to the school, we do not know when we can see each other, it may be a year, it may be two years, it may be forever. It could be a year, it could be two years, and it could be forever. Although in a week before we are ready to think, but the thought of childhood playmates will be separated, the heart is still very difficult, to be how strong, I can do not forget. I still remember that naive agreement, said that every year snow together, less than two years from the time of the agreement, I'm going to break my word. Last year, when it snowed, there was a morning competition between the classes, and we had a great time with the teachers on the playground, even though our whole body was wet with snowballs, but that experience has become my best memory. Turning over the atlas of memories, searching for the source of memory, now, only the photos remain.
By the time we parted ways, the words "goodbye" had not been uttered for a long time.
6. Who can help me write a 500-word essay on partingParting - is also a kind of enjoyment
We have not been young and old, in the sea of books with cloudy eyes, confused to the end of the junior high school. The sun is still bright, and even ***, our dark eyes seem to gradually clear, sober behind the parting of the unexpected.
The old saying goes: "There are friends from afar, not happy." It is also said that "I advise you to drink a cup of wine, and the west is out of the Yangguan without an old man." People are always keen on the joy of getting together but feel miserable at the time of parting. In fact, the parting is not lost as a kind of enjoyment, because it can be once inadvertently missed the warmth, one by one to reproduce.
The kind math teacher struggled to move the fat body, the last few classes before graduation somehow everything slowed down. Writing, talking to each other, everything is no longer, there is only the solemnity before the parting, less solemn, more a few points of helplessness. White chalk dust slowly drifting down the sun, the teacher's sweat is fixed like a flash of summer sunshine. He asked us over and over again, "Got it?" Then he erases it and starts over. Another burst of pen dust that did not fall into the sunset, carrying three years of dedication to the love, in the air full of moving flurry. Accompanying the dismissal of the class *** was his somewhat hoarse helplessness. How I wish this lesson had no end. He is not good at words, gave us undoubtedly the most moving appeal - parting is moving enjoyment.
Although the old class expressly prohibited, but the classmate record is still
The speed of the thunder and lightning in the "underground" spread, only in the last days with the simplest words to let the memory of the activities in the paper. Unintentionally browsing through the classmate record, there is just stripped of the flashy appearance of the real heart, everyone is trying to leave their own shadow on a small piece of paper, with three years of inseparable together, to instill a sincere thought and heart. Here, there is no mockery and sarcasm, no inferiority complex or condescension, only one true friend after another who does not want to part - parting is a genuine pleasure.
Fierce our three-year old class, finally could not restrain the tears, we realized that the appearance of the tough, she also has the softest place in the heart, that place inhabited sixty crystal pure and happy children. She still winds up arranging the class affairs, but a few more points of reluctance - parting is the enjoyment of cherishing.
That once scattered in the corner of the love and wonderful, in the parting quietly attacked, parting touch but let us love. We think we have lost everything, but we enjoy in the parting, in the enjoyment of parting, this watery years of once
7. Describe the farewell scene of the paragraphThe following are 2 paragraphs about the farewell scene, I hope it will help you.
Sister-in-law, please go back! Look, your child is asleep on your back. The mountain road is so rugged, and you have already sent off dozens of miles with your crutches. If you don't take a single step, we will never forget your deep friendship with us as long as we remember your crutches. We clearly remember that it was the spring of 1952, when the flowers of the Kindalai bloomed all over the mountains, you knew that we were short of vegetables, so you went up to the mountains with a basket to dig up wild vegetables. Behind the mountains of wild vegetables dug up, you ran into the blood of the front line positions ...... after the injury, you can only rely on crutches to walk. You paid such a high price for us, is not enough to express your friendship with the Chinese people?
Goodbye, loved ones! Farewell, dear land!
The train, please drive a little slower, let us take a look at the people of North Korea, so that we can stay in the land where blood has been spilled for a few more moments. Our hearts will always be with you.
The carcass is ready to say goodbye to Manggwanglang Village and find its final resting place. It walked around the village three times, expressing a kind of reluctance to part with the village that had saved it, taken it in, and fed it for 26 years. The news of Garcari's departure spread all over the village as if it had grown wings, and men, women and children flocked to the threshing floor to see Garcari off. Everyone knew in their hearts that it was more like a funeral than a farewell, for an old war elephant that was still alive. Many people sobbed uncontrollably. The village headman, Pa Enai, tied a white scarf around the elephant's neck and four pieces of black cloth around its four legs. Old men and children held bananas, sugar cane and glutinous rice poop and brought them to the mouth of the ga carboxylic acid. It ate nothing but drank a little cool water. The sun set in the west, the sky was pale, in a sound of sighing, Ga carboxyl went on the road. Send off the crowd dispersed, Bo Nong Ding is still standing on the threshing floor, looking at.