Accidentally rummaging through a bookcase, a golden yellow color came into view, glittering. It was a book, a book she had given me, and the golden leather surface made it feel warm. At this time my fingers cold, but tightly gripped the pen, trying to make myself concentrate a little bit to do things, but how the memory of the cage refused to let go of me ......
That autumn, we met, in that a season of love and poetry left too many memories, she was such a special person. She was my language teacher and a dear friend.
I like her, from her responsible. Her teaching experience is not long, but she is very diligent. The first time I saw the diary on the critique, I was y touched, every article has outlined, there is a critique. That critique is like a ray of sunshine, guiding me, warming me; that critique is not pretentious, every sentence is from the heart.
I like her, from her vigor. She is young, like a big sister, often with us to discuss, chat, but also often come up with some small activities and we play, never put on airs. We are a close group of friends under the classroom.
I like her because she understands that I often forget to ask for or hand in my homework. However, she was quite tolerant of a class representative like me who dropped the ball. It is because of this understanding that I am more strict with myself and must never make such a low-level mistake again.
I like her even more because she understands me.
She said, I am like a hibiscus flower, interpretation of the tough, eternally beautiful flower; she said, I will face others with my own smile, I will use my thin shoulders to bear everything; she said, I have always been a clever and studious little girl; she said, I have always been a thoughtful and insightful little girl; she knew that I was the one who especially like to "Even if you fall, you have to laugh boldly"; she knew that I was the girl who kept the dream of purple lavender and insisted on waiting; she knew that I was the girl who wanted to write poems for lavender ......
And she also told me that as long as there is a solid ground under our feet, we will be able to make the best use of it. there is solid ground under our feet, we can stand firm; she has told me to walk my own path and be firm; she has told me that a person who no longer loves you is not worth cherishing, and a person who no longer cares about you is not worth retaining; she has told me to be strong, and take every step with determination ......
There are too many things that have happened between us. There are so many indelible stories that happened between us, however, when separated these beautiful and pure things haunt me at times. We walked together for a year, just one year, long and short. Long enough to carry so many stories, so many touching; short enough that I didn't even wake up until this moment, just suddenly realized. Thinking of this, my eyes burst out a crystal and pure liquid, my nose is sour. The curtains of my eyes were again covered with that golden color that was like a sun, glowing and warming me, just like her love.
In the end, I just want to say, Xiao Du, I will always have a corner in my heart for you, a friend who taught me to understand, be strong, brave and wait, and more than that, I will always remember that as long as there is solid ground under my feet, I can stand firm!
Perhaps, it is in this way that we are slowly growing up one separation at a time.
We walked together (2)
"I say you are the April day on earth, laugh ringing lit up the four winds, light spirit, in the light of spring colorful cross-dancing change". Since I met you, you seem to have been weaving literary dreams for me. At that time, I was ignorant, I always love to listen to you read the best lines, listen to you to the sky full of rain into the ancient rhythms, the ink painting in the heart. Is it Dream of the Red Chamber? Is it Su Xiaomei? Is it Lu You? Is it Li Taibai? There are so many, so many, that it makes me feel that the days we have walked together are like a grand peach blossom banquet belonging to literature, sweet and nourishing. Such a you, such a deep, refined and talented you.
"Gazing at you, you are looked at as a bird with a thousand wings; listening to you, you are listened to as a flute with a thousand holes". I remember you said, you want to take us children to Beijing, to see Tsinghua Peking University such a famous school is worth the struggle. I remember you saying that learning sometimes lies not in intelligence but in perseverance. I also remember you reading Zhang Jie's My Four Seasons "A person, if he can expect it, can give it his all." That firm voice, I never dare to forget. At that time of summer, the sycamore fell a cool green, paving the light and shadow of our walk together. Such a you, such a passionate, struggling, tireless you.
"It is said that the lonely autumn sorrow, said that the distant sea of love, if someone asked my worries, I dare not say your name." Three years with you is as short as a sleep, but it is in this sleep, you let the spring wind send me a happy dream. In the dream, you taught me knowledge of literature, knowledge of learning, and more importantly, you taught me self-confidence and struggle. When I think about it now, the time we spent together is like a cool misty rain, sprinkled in front of the flowers, between my eyebrows. This kind of you, this kind of good guidance, let me remember you.
"May you have a brilliant future, may you have lovers, may you obtain happiness in the earthly world." A tune has gently risen, is it your erhu strings? The river of imagination is running into the distance, has it soaked your dreams? Sit down for a little while longer, take a sip of Biluochun before you go, the days we have walked together are over, I will spend the whole spring to bid you farewell.
Dear teacher, please allow me to finally change Shu Lan's "country color wine" to thank you for accompanying me through these three years:
Three years, you with the text drenched me, I am young Shaohua just right, you thick, spring color is also thick; three years later, I recalled you in the examination room, you are a cup of water wine, you are full, the thoughts are also full.
We walked together (3)
The road, where is it? Hurriedly walked, but do not know is sour or slightly bitter ......
Butterfly's life is destined to be extraordinary, she will go through an eternal metamorphosis, and a lifetime with it.
When she is still a milky caterpillar, she may not know that along with her is endless pain, and how she should make a choice? Was the choice to moan? Or ......
Still remember what my mom once said, "God is fair to each of us." I will not inferiority complex, will not give up, I want to rely on my own, "There is no road in the world, walking more people, it becomes a road", suffering, we walk together. Go through the baptism from the storm, with their own dreams, she went on the road ......
The road is undoubtedly bumpy, to go with the company of the larks, encountered only a burst of ridicule, and she is still enduring; the day suddenly started to drizzle, one by one, the flower bones of the children at the moment is the greedy children, and the wheat field crops are counted as the biggest winners. The crops in the wheat field are also considered the biggest winners, they have been given by nature, but only she, and she could not envy and then went on the road, she firmly believe that their own ideals are still in the distance. We have walked together through this persistent pursuit.
The road under the feet is endless ......
Eventually one day, she felt that she could not move, gradually wrapped up, this is just a beginning, the beginning of a new life, the road under the feet is far from stopping. Walked through a storm after the rainbow road, this road, walking down to earth. Gradually with the passage of time, she broke out of the cocoon, transformed into the most beautiful angels sent by heaven, a bearing too many hopes of the feathers to rise and soar, please firmly believe that this road, we walked together, rely on each other, this is not the best interpretation of life?
We have walked together, after the storm to see the rainbow ......
This moment to really understand that road, at our feet.
We have walked together (4)
The large wheat field, blue blue sky, white white clouds. During the wheat harvest season, we walked together with adults to share the joy and happiness ......
When the sunny sky was once again lifted by the golden wheat fields, the smell of farming had long spread to the households. When the adults carry the sickle down to the field to harvest, we are also so excited that we did not wait for the sun to the blanket to get up early, to the ridge. Adults wielded the sickle, rows and rows of cutting forward; we will chase in the ridge, the sound of laughter in the field through and through. Cutting tired adults often stand straight back, take a break, see the side of the playful us, a slight smile, continue to bend down and swing the sickle ......
Almost at noon, the sun is getting excited, we will hide in the house, quite know how to pour a big cup of hot tea, ran outside to the corner of the wall to pick a few pieces of the name of the herb leaves, wash it and put it in the cup, and then put it in the cup. Wash them and put them in the cup. Looking at the green green leaves, smelling the faint aroma, imagining the scene of the adults later "grab tea" to drink ...... my little mouth a grin, and jumped to the kitchen, squatting next to the stove, watching grandpa a handful of straw into the stove, thinking of a few of my favorite dishes on the table in a while. A moment later, there are a few of my favorite dishes on the table, hold back the gluttony and sneak a smile ...... Seeing the rice is ready, jumping and jumping I ran and jumped to the head of the field, shouting at the top of my voice "rice is ready--" So, the waving sickle finally rested a strength ......
After lunch, after a nap, has been almost to the evening. Rubbing sleepy eyes, the cheerful figure once again began to shuttle. We still follow the beat of the scythe, running, jumping, laughing and playing carefree in the field. The setting sun hanging in the fiery red sky seemed to laugh at us, y intoxicated to go ......
But the sun will always set, and carefree little children will always grow up. Now sitting in the examination room, I will still look up at the sky, looking at the sky, and imagined that tomorrow's sky is still like a piece of freshly dyed cloth, blue background, with some many white clouds to do the pattern, and I will still be carefree in the wheat field running, jumping, laughing, and the adults walked through the ......
Standing at the wheel of time, we stopped. Before we stop and look back indifferently, we realize that more than half of the time has passed.
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The four seasons change, and the stars change. I have been a junior high school students close to the midterm examination, has suddenly everyone spent three spring, summer, fall and winter, recalling the past even if it is noisy now also feel very interesting, but then because of a little thing and quarrel. People are always like this, only to lose when you know cherish. Thinking back to the days when we used to walk together is really funny ......
I can still remember very clearly the results of my first exam in my first year of junior high school: the bottom 5 in the class. When I heard the news, I just felt as if a thunderbolt from the sky and a loud clap of thunder in the rain. I didn't have the face to tell my parents, because that's not what they expected of me.
My home is in the countryside and my family's financial condition is not very good. But my father still paid high tuition fees to send me to the city to study, he just wanted me to have a good future. After I realized that I was wrong, I began to study very hard. Teachers and classmates were happy to help me, and my grades went up quickly.
I've had asthma since I was a child, and when I started middle school, my asthma suddenly came back. I stayed in the hospital for a week, and my parents were running around for my medical expenses. One day, some of my classmates came to visit me. I was very happy to see them, at least I knew that my classmates cared about me. The next day, they came to see me again, and they brought donations from my teachers and classmates, which touched me very much. The first day of the month, I was able to see the students again, and they brought me donations from my teachers and classmates.
We used to climb mountains together, go on excursions together, fly kites together, study hard together, and move forward to our goals together ...... We had walked through a thousand and three thousand waters together, and that time was always beautiful and pleasant! Now that we are going to part, I can only say to you, "A friend in the sea, the sky is far away." Let us carry this wonderful memory towards a new life
Responders: Registration is harder than climbing up to the sky | Grade 4 | 2010-10-7 11:23
Wind and rain, there are still you ......
"The sun is always in the wind and rain, please believe that there is a rainbow! , wind and rain are accepted, I will always be with you ......"
Do you remember when I was naughty and pampered you when you were small, you would pinch me hard on my cheeks? Then I would disguise myself and cry, crying and clamoring for you to sing to me? At that time, you always sang that song Xu Meijing's "Sunshine is always after the storm". I quietly listened to the not-so-melodious melody and the not-so-melodious tune, and smiled happily with my head cocked. Just like that, slowly, I, this naughty little girl grew up.
You once said, "There will always be wind and rain, and the sun will still be there." Every time I beeped hard, lowered his head when tears, encountered frustration when helpless, faced with difficulties do not know what to do, it is you, has always been you in comfort me, encourage me. Give me the courage and confidence to get back on my feet.
Facing the midterm examination, there is a lot of pressure on the study, the heart can not be relieved as before. I often miss you, remember what you said, the heart is so warm.
Just a few days ago, I was in a somewhat lost mood, I thought you would give me some comfort. But see pretend as if nothing happened you open the computer, played the familiar song. Then you said to me: "Qing'er, you've grown up, you'll meet a lot of things in the future, don't think too much, like Xu Sanduo in the TV, don't give up, don't give up, do something meaningful. After the storm is the brilliant sunshine,"
"After the storm is the brilliant sunshine", no one's life is smooth sailing, and then again, the pressure of learning and some other trivial things and what is it? How many times can you fight in life? Facing the storms of life do not think too much, with a smile to face, as long as you do not abandon do not give up, be brave, then the success will belong to you.
Dad! Thank you! ...~~ Qing'er knows that those so-called storms are just small winds and waves, I will remember your melodious singing and your teachings. Don't abandon, don't give up! Do something meaningful. I believe that the sunshine always comes after the storm, and I also believe that you will always be by my side, because your singing voice will always be hidden deep inside my heart and always give me warmth.
Afterword:
Those wind and rain is not wind and rain, those difficulties is not difficult, the important thing is to have the courage, do not abandon, do not give up! Courage to fight, to fight! Dad, Qing'er will take your song and teaching to survive, to fight!
Because I know: in the storm, there is still you ......