Flowers blossom and fall, several times spring and fall. The following is a compilation of essays I have compiled on You are in my heart.
Article 1: You are in my heartYou use the afterglow of dusk to lift the curtain of my heart; you use the lonely starry sky to draw out my endless thoughts; you use the bright moonlight to push open the window of my emotions ......
From the very beginning, you have been pouring out to me with your bright eyes: we will always be friends. Yes, we have always been friends. Since the creeper draws out the shoots, struggling to climb, we are friends, since the red leaves spread all over the path, decorated in the fall, we are still friends. Since the moment you met me, we are destined to be friends.
The warmth of the red decorated your upper body, the vigor of the cowboy outline your perfect legs. Pink cheeks like the summer lotus, delicate mouth like a rosy red plum, slender eyebrows like early spring willow leaves, live off a Daiyu sister.
The fragrance of the soil filled the nostrils, permeated with the fragrance of the flowers of the dew drops on the face, sweetly moisturizing my thirsty heart. Turning around a tree, I saw you under the peach blossoms, enjoying the pink peach blossoms alone. Are you burying flowers? Oh, the peach blossom has fallen, it left so silently and did not say goodbye to me. I see you pinching the petals in your hand, and do not want to disturb you, just your heart chanting: I am now burying the flowers, people laugh at the silly, the other year to bury you know who.
The flowers in my heart bloomed, and you came. I asked you why you stopped under the peach blossom that day, and you kept your head down.
I treasured it, waiting for you, waiting for you.
Tomorrow I will be separated from you, the heart of the flowers withered and bloomed, bloomed and withered, when is the end?
Flowers bloom with sound, tell you three years of friendship do not forget; flowers bloom with love, tell you life's journey endless; flowers fall without sound, do not want to leave you, flowers fall without love, refused to only miss you.
The song ends, the flowers fall in love. Waiting for you to see the flowers bloom in my heart, look at it quickly.
You are in, I am also in, the heart of the flowers always bloom.
Article 2: You in my heartThree years in junior high school, I am hand in hand with you, no noisy long, no fickle mood. Only that a book, a simple. You are in my heart, my dear library.
When I first approached you, "books are the ladder of human progress" came into my eyes. So, I was y impressed by you. Every day after dinner, to you here to cultivate my temperament, broaden my horizons has become a common thing.
Three years with you, you taught me a lot, I know a lot of human reasoning. I feel the Tao Yuanming "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain," the interest of life; I experienced the Wang Wei "desert smoke straight, the Yangtze River Sunset round" of the beauty of the border; I understand the Tan Sitong "I from the sword to the sky laugh, go to leave the liver and gall two Kunlun. I know Tan Sitong's "I laugh at the sky with my sword and leave my liver and guts in the two Kunluns". With you, I have realized a lot, you play an indispensable role in my heart, guiding me on the road of life to move forward smoothly.
Hand in hand with you, I found a lot. Gently turn the pages of the book, listen to the sun's greetings, appreciate the fluttering of the falling leaves; feel the strong affection; the pursuit of the ideas of the pioneers, touch the true meaning of life - you have changed my life. I saw the Red Army walking hard in the mountains full of snow; I heard the call for life from Helen Keller's heart; I felt the heart of Paul's sincere, life-loving heart on the road construction site. So, my heart and mind was greatly shocked, you satisfied "show" a smile.
It was a rainy morning, I talked to you again. Your book told me some unusual words: people have Fan Zhongyan "first world worries and worries, after the world's happiness and joy" self-sacrificing spirit; in the world there should be "not to be happy with things, not to their own sadness," the calm mind; learning to have The spirit of questioning is "it is better to believe in books than to have no books"; treating others with the tolerant character of "do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you". Your words made me think y.
Farewell, my library; farewell, my middle school life. I will remember your words and thank you for teaching me. Wang Bo said, "A friend in the sea, a distant land." You will always be in my heart, I will remember.
Article 3: You are in my heart essayTime passes, like a white horse, so I want you to stay in my heart - my middle school life.
You taught me to know how to be grateful, and since then, gratitude is hidden in my heart.
Spring and Jingming time, the senior high school seniors hand in hand to visit the teacher, you will be in my ear and said: "A year later, you also want to join their ranks Oh!" I looked at my teacher's smiling face as bright as the sun, the seed of gratitude was buried, so you added: "Gratitude is a touch of verdure in the grass; like a pebble gap at that a clear; like a beam of light in the sky of the haze; it is the burst of goodness flowing in the bloodstream; it is the presentation of love stored in the soul; it is the true inheritance of the heart of the conception of the heart, you not only have to be a 'Huishi's many parties, but the rich and learned' person, but also to be a person with a grateful heart, so that you can 'smile at the flowers blossoming and falling in front of the court, and quietly watch the clouds rolling in the sky'." I nodded, bearing in mind.
You taught me to cherish my youth, and since then, I have shown the true color of youth and the splendor of summer flowers.
In the classroom, when recited to the "long wind and waves will be sometimes, hanging straight from the cloud sail to help the sea." When you whisper in my ear: "Sixteen-year-old flower season, you should be born as a summer flower, although it is only a small flower, but also to bloom, worthy of the field of life, 'youth as a hundred flowers sprouting, such as the sharp edge of the new occurred in the whetstone. Less a clamor, more a reserved, do not do waving branches, but to do the silent root system, with 'ask the vast land, who is the master of the sinking and floating? The boldness, to realize the value of life, the significance of youth, chanting 'look up to the sky and laugh out the door, my generation is not the people of artemisia.'" I nodded my head, bearing in mind.
You taught me to be calm, from now on, I am the most brilliant flower by the corner of the wall ......
I nodded my head, bearing in mind.
Now we are about to part. In the dense sentimental last days, I want to say to you: "Spring to fall, the seeds of gratitude has long been germinated, the tide rises and falls, I will write the most perfect chapter in the book of youth. Your sentence I will remember, because you have long been in my heart!"
The years are like this, and what more do you want?
Four: you in my heart
From my cross into the door of the middle school, still hanging slightly childish smile, blinking half-knowing eyes, is you, first for me to open a door, a door to knowledge. From then on, you began to enter my mind, in my heart to take root, blossom and bear fruit, it is you - language, and I do not leave, accompanied by my junior high school three years of study career.
Your roots are y rooted in my heart. Whether it is the Chinese culture of the epitome of idioms, or that "the classics" of the Four Books and Five Classics; whether it is the quotes, full of wisdom of the exquisite prose, or that the ancient and the present, the ancient and eternal classic books, have made me benefit a lot. I like to use "the great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, the ancient wind and streams of characters" to show my boy's true colors; I like to use "I will go up and down to seek" to show my youth's aspirations. Your root is the driving force that drives me forward, is a magical key to guide me to open the door of truth, the door of wisdom, the door of success.
Your buds are quietly sprouting in my heart. I thought that the morning sun can dispel all the darkness, but I do not know there are unknown corners waiting to be discovered; originally thought that the beauty of the evening sun can be crowd **** enjoy, but did not realize that more are forgotten corners. So, I use the vitality of your buds to exercise my not yet hardened wings, with the green color of your buds to decorate more lost in the mind. Your story has the tenacity and struggle of life, perseverance and optimism, and your buds rise with the sun, enlightening me to continue to grow.
Your flowers bloom colorfully in my heart. I use your key to open countless doors, my communication with you with more understanding of the tacit understanding, I want to be with you have become the shape of the heart of the friend. Every time, I made the exquisite reading card, I made the speech of the voice, as well as the flow of the article, in exchange for teachers, classmates, parents unanimous praise.
Three years in junior high school, you bring me peace of mind, wisdom, enlightenment, spiritual enrichment, you have always accompanied me through the four seasons, through the years of youth, I think, in the future, you will continue to sail with me to swim, to pursue the value of life.
Article 5: You in my heartI do not realize that three years of the short time has passed, I tried to reach out to catch those we **** degree of years, back to the hands, left between the fingers are all we had good memories. Laughter, sadness, sighs intertwined, composed a moving melody.
The rainy day "Barefoot Fairy"
Every semester in the middle of June, the heavens are not beautiful, yellow plum rain commission of the downpour always come as scheduled. Early in the morning it is very crowded campus entrance is watertight, those who send students to school vehicles are also blocked in the dozens of meters away, you always hold an umbrella standing in the doorway, see those who do not have an umbrella students head to the schoolbag to run to the campus, you will be the first time to rush up to him to protect the wind and rain, the mouth kept shouting: "children, slow down, be careful of the water pools! " Sometimes you think it's too much trouble, simply take off your shoes and socks, roll up your pants and run in the rain. This rain is sometimes a week, every morning you can see your friendly figure, never stop, so we are naughty to call you "Barefoot Fairy". Rain patted your cheeks, face with a smile, our care soaked in infinite sweat you in my heart.
The "traffic police" in front of the school
Morning and afternoon commuting rush you are early to stand on the side of the road, until most of the students came, you began to methodically direct the traffic to stop forward, continue to move forward, back up .... ... posture are in place, standard, and loudly directing the passage of students. It was like a traffic cop. The driver and the students are very cooperative with you, for which you feel a sense of accomplishment. The sound of the car's siren, students in and out of the campus when the sound of laughter for you to cheer, in order to ensure the safety of students traveling to give up their time you in my heart.
Cafeteria "staff"
Every day at noon you will help the staff in the cafeteria for our soup, or go to the table to ask about our meals. In order to take care of the study time of our ninth-grade students, you also made it a point to bring our meal time earlier. Do not ignore the details of the students you in my heart.
The hair on your temples is white, the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes are more, but you are still working for us. I would like to persuade you to rest for a while in the office fixed, have a cup of tea. Although I left my alma mater, but you are always in my heart, the old principal.
Part VI: You in my heart
Mother love like a trickle of water in my heart flow, father love is like a high mountain in my heart towering; and teacher love, but as a star in my heart flashes.
Time like a shuttle, I am about to leave you, my dear teacher. Remember the song we sang together? The song that belongs to us only.
The first year, I walked into this strange and beautiful campus with curiosity. A modern school building into the eyes, a row of vibrant camphor trees beckon to me, a share of the rich aroma comes to the nose, a burst of beautiful melodious music with the wind. I listened, humming, unconsciously, came to your office, you softly called me in, I watched you: with ordinary glasses, fine willow leaf eyebrows slightly upward, forehead shallow wrinkles indicate your teaching history. Then you drew me to the piano and played your handy 'tune'. I quietly listened, savored, smiled, in a trance, my mind came up with such a picture: colorful lights, you and I sat shoulder to shoulder on a leather chair, playing a familiar song "the sea, my hometown", *** with the soft humming, the entire hall, echoed the long-lasting sound of the song.
From then on, I fell in love with music, each practicing like crazy every night. Gradually, I feel that you seem to enter my heart, know my thoughts and feelings.
It was in a cool autumn morning, I was very bored, I wandered alone in the school's path, unknowingly, came to your door, see you did not come, they are a little disappointed, to the school teacher asked, they said you have been transferred. I was so sad that I spilled tears and played the piano, the teardrops rolled down on the back of the hand, blazing hot, I can no longer restrain their emotions, let out a voice.
After you left, I closed the lid of the piano, put on the cloth, put the music with you into my heart, and buried my head in hard learning.
Teacher, do you still remember the song that belonged to us? Whether you remember or not, you have evolved into a star with the music, flashing in my heart, giving me the precious power of life.
Part VII: You are in my heart"Who are you, reading my poem after a hundred years." An old man with his head wrapped in white cloth and wrapped in plain clothes came to me, "I can't send you a flower from the riches of spring, I can't send you a wisp of golden haze from the distant clouds, open the door and look around, from the garden of blossoming flowers, I will pick up for you the fragrant memories of flowers that disappeared a hundred years ago, and let the song of joy travel through the centuries." Tagore you are thus in my heart, accompanied through the three years of junior high school.
Tagore came to me like this, telling me the beauty of devotion, like a touch of spring sunshine, soothing every living thing.
In the faint morning light, the leaves fluttered in the autumn wind. "It is when the fallen leaves lose themselves in the dirt that they blend into the life of the forest." You say, holding a yellow leaf in your hand, and therein lies the meaning of a leaf's life. In the late fall evening wind, a glorious way of saying goodbye to end its life, dedicating its own meager power to the earth. The leaves have been reduced to mud, do not ask for anything in return, just remember the earth to its nurture, but also eager to repay with their own lives, because of this, the leaves have been immortalized, shaking scattered in the poets lingering ink, overflowing in a book ......
It is in this way, in the face of the myriad of difficulties in life, we never give up, never discourage, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up, never give up. Never discouraged, with a tenacious dedication to hold up the spine of China, an honorable dedication to evoke the soul of the entire national unity.
"Life is given by God, we feed and dedicate it to really have it." You are still smiling, telling me the true meaning of life. Isn't it true for everything in this world? We come to this world but have nothing, only after we learn to give, can we get the return; give others convenience, can we give ourselves convenience. We can only harvest joy and happiness when we dedicate ourselves to others with a sincere heart. For this reason, we can have a heavy life, is not it?
Tagore, you are in my heart, in the blooming courtyard to pick a flower that is nourished by the rain of dedication, gently sniffing, smelling the fragrant memories of flowers, in an old man's smile through three years of time.
Article 8: You are in my heartDo you hear my firm and soft heartbeat?
I can't seem to see you, I can't see your eyes that are broken by a touch, I can't see you like a wax statue is carved like a delicate and pale face. Because I know that it does not matter anymore.
Can you hear me? It was an early summer morning sprinkled with gold when I met you. You have the breath of early summer vapor and the look of the uninitiated. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Little did I know that it was the end of my firmness and the beginning of my softness.
You once pointed to Luo Hailin's text and said to me: "Painting snow can not paint its clear, painting the moon can not paint its bright, painting flowers can not paint its warmth, painting the spring can not paint its spirit, painting people can not paint its feelings." The freshness of the snow, the brightness of the moon, the fragrance of the flowers, the tinkling of the spring, and the feelings of the people are by no means covered by the form. Just like the journey to meet the beautiful Pavilion, the heart is very willing, knowing that the shadow is like can not be recorded, the text can not be described, it will be left in the memory. The more hidden the existence of the more precious, the perfection of all things hidden in the blank space that no one knows, quiet life and quiet, never noisy speculation and dance.
So, you are in my heart, the deepest part of the memory.
You once pointed to a painting of Zhang Daqian and said to me, "Nothing is impossible, should be the law of the world, there are for and not for, the way to keep themselves." Three years of growth, from the naive young man who wants to know everything and understand everything, until today's spirit. Walking halfway up the mountain, seeing the dead branches and leaves under the feet, right and wrong can be ignored. The distant road is still long, the top of the mountain in the deep clouds, lightly loaded, unconstrained. The heart of the clear, only to have a place to turn around, the extension of the momentum.
So you are in my heart, on the other side of the mountain.
I always thought I was firm inside. I always thought I was firm in my heart. Until I met you three years ago, I didn't realize how soft I was.
However, I thought the building has been completed heart collapse in a paragraph, a look, what is wrong? It shows that the warm heart is still there. Good state of mind, is a sea, can accommodate the waves in the huge waves, never stagnant still. The heart can expand infinitely, sensitive and kind but rare.
Can you hear my heartbeat? My dear literature, my loyal companion in middle school life.