The golden sunshine warmly moisturizes everything, the insects and birds outside the window awakened the sleeping earth, and the distant look at the sky of the morning sun, so free-floating.
My world seems to have entered childhood.
The playfulness among friends and the naughtiness among relatives, like a little bird, flying high and far, without a rope to hold.
The moment I entered middle school, it was my farewell to childhood and the beginning of a long journey to maturity.
People seem to produce a divide between the "wounded" will learn to disguise themselves, put on a mask, and began to laugh at the "innocent".
Laughter into silence, one day, mom pointed to the sky clouds, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, said: "Everyone has an angel, just with the age of the growth, she became invisible wings, floating in the air clouds, quietly waiting, you do not for the loss of the fear of accommodating the sense that you are lost, as long as you believe that there will always be the sunshine of the dream. "
At that moment, I understood that maturity is not old age, because maturity is more than old age, more than a dream, not the loss of childhood, but will be childlike like wine contained in the heart, the more brewed the more mellow, the more fragrant and sweet.
I am no longer in disguise, even if I am injured, I will smile.
The castle in the sky, carrying a dream to chase, will not be confused, there will be no despair, let the angel to carry me to the end of the world.
I am no longer at a loss, even if the fall bone, but also to fly, some people say: give up is for the maturity of the tax paid, but I always believe that maturity is not the destruction of the devil in heaven, is the deep friendship with angels, is the beacon of the dream.
The days with maturity, pain? The pain? The joy? The fire of passion that erupts will never be extinguished.
Mature is not the heart becomes old, is the tears in the spinning can still smile!
Walking together 2I thought grandpa would cry, but he was not the only one sitting in a wicker chair. There were two aloes in Grandpa's house, one taken care of by Grandpa and the other by Grandma. Just a month after Grandma left, both aloes died one after the other. Grandpa said he couldn't afford the family alone. The brilliant sun spilled over Grandpa's brow as if he had slept for a long time. Grandma likes to go to the main square with Grandpa to watch the pigeons. It is a bird of mutual respect.
Together they lie on the clean lawn and watch the elves on the blue walls. One after the other. Grandpa always liked to put a little sugar in it instead of half a tablespoon. Grandpa told me that a child's life is sweet. But Grandma didn't like it when Grandma said she had a sweet greasy mouth. So Grandpa changed a habit he never changed. But I'm sure Grandpa didn't taste the food he made for Grandma with his mouth, but with his heart. It was the sweetest. Grandpa said Grandma was selfish. She walks alone. We didn't comfort him because Grandma left selfishly. Grandma's illness was her own procrastination. She said she had lived enough. This is the result. Grandma didn't care about our tears. She despised our tears, so she stubbornly didn't look back. In the space of chance, only Grandpa exists. Grandpa curls up and imagines Grandpa turning on the radio, turning it to the studio, and quietly closing his eyes.
Time turned to the bottom of the lake and Grandpa was gone. Maybe he couldn't afford to be alone. People are afraid of being alone and need someone to walk around in their hearts. Aloe pigeons have become the materialization of the feelings of grandparents. I'm afraid Grandpa and Grandma don't fully understand at this age, but through this tragic ending, we can see that the young writer is trying to understand this deep love. The reader is also y moved.
Walking Together 3A gust of ink drifted in, and I thought, that must be a scent.
You still came to my table and said to me in that ethereal voice Go! Go to my world! Not allowing me to hesitate, you pulled me up with that powerful hand, and I knew you were the embodiment of that wisdom, the voice of power.
Meet you at the table, go to your world, and enjoy the most beautiful side of heaven and earth.
With you to the holy Tibetan plateau, to see the yak idly swimming in the lake; with you to the freedom of the land of Inner Mongolia, to see the wild horses Mercedes-Benz in the grasslands; with you to the majestic Taishan, to see the sunrise of the red sun reflecting the sky. In your world, without leaving the house, but also the world's flavor to see.
Meet with you at the table, go to your world, explore the most true side of the universe.
And you go to the Lake Ness, perhaps, the Loch Ness Monster really exists; and you go to the Easter Island, may be, that really had a guest in the sky; and you go to the Triangle of Bermuda, probably, that is really the pyramids in the strange. In your world, gain power, and the wonders of the universe are no longer far away.
With you at the table, to your world, to realize the most touching side of humanity.
With you to go to the June Snow Penal Colony, for the aggrieved Dou E crying; with you to go to that Liu Bei entrusted to the White Emperor, for the loyalty of the Marquis of Wu emotion; with you to go to that pick chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely to see the South Mountain of the world outside the paradise, to feel that the heart of the realm far from the ground. In your world, harvest touched, my emotional world, such as the spring sprinkled with sunshine.
In the days when I walked with you, I was in your world and gained infinite power.
You said to me that your life is still long.
I said, go, with you.
The breeze whisked by, and the ink still floated through ......
Walking together 4The life of a person without friends is gray; a person without friends is a lonely and helpless person.
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Walked together days, as scattered pearls, let us *** with wearing embellishments. Walked through the days, have you walk ------ no regrets!
The classroom is quiet, students are busy reviewing, the big test will come, who do not want to have a good result? I bitter face, looking at the roadblock in front of me, worried. Perhaps the sound of my annoyed fiddling with stationery disturbed you, you looked up at me and asked softly; "canIhelpyou?" I was surprised to turn my head and saw your eyes with a smile, "Uh-huh." I couldn't help but respond. From then on, the classroom has the figure of us discussing the problem together, the playground has us *** with the sweat sprinkled ...... Gradually, we turned from ordinary classmates into a good friend with nothing to talk about, and the grades also climbed all the way up.
The days we walked together, we shed tears together, laugh together. When we fell, we supported each other; when we were sad, we sent a ray of comfort; when we were lonely, we brought a petal of heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
The days we walked together, like scattered pearls, I wear it up one by one, always treasure!
Youth, a vibrant word, and now, it is my youth, I see in this moment, pulling the drums of my youth.
The world of youth, adults do not understand, we have our secrets, they can not control, although we are still children, when we have the power of their own youth, who can not violate, but also inviolable!
In youth, we bring ah have had a rebellious period, I do not know if you have had.
I remember once, my mother took me to the greenway to play, at first I was very excited and happy, but my mother warned me again and again: do not go there, dangerous; there are bugs, it will bite you; do not run, will fall ......
Listening to my mother's words as always, I annoyed up and yelled at my mom, "I don't want you to mind my business. "
After the roar I flew from the front again, I ran faster than my mom, the reaction is faster than my mom, my mom did not pay attention to a I ran away from the side of the over her, I ran to a small bridge, stood there, quietly thinking: Why does my mother always have to be in charge of me, this is really good annoyance ah! But I do not do so will not be good ah, forget it, I do not care whether mom angry. "
So sat by the bridge and played. Suddenly, an angry voice rang in my ears: "Grow up, capable! One person and ran away, do you know how worried I was!" Mom yelled at me.
But the next second, mom hugged me tightly and shed tears.
But whether this was a rebellious period or not I don't know, all I know is that I hurt my mom.
Walking together 6Looking out the window, looking at the sky and the ground are all covered in white, this monotonous and uninteresting white, so that my heart is even more annoying.
Looking at my classmates gradually began to answer the questionnaire, and the paper placed in front of me is a blank. My mind, though tempted to join them in their endeavor and finish the paper seriously, was blocked by boredom at the door of trying to be serious. Hands were indeed indifferent because of the cold.
Looking out of the cold and uninteresting window, sleepiness came slowly to this monotonous whiteness and my eyes drifted closed.
In a trance, I felt someone gently patted down the right arm, I turned my head to look at him, perhaps seeing the darkness, my eyes were that bright and powerful eyes shine. It was as if at that moment his eyes were full of love and warmth, like a spark in a damp and cold winter house, a lighthouse on a dark and deserted sea, like a glimmer of hope when you are helpless and afraid. The light in his dark eyes could always, always, always shine deep inside me. Come on, don't give up! His eyes said.
His eyes were full of determination, like a blazing fire, I was stunned, by chance to see a kind of magical power locked my throat, so that I can not speak, look down on the other people with a pen to write their wonderful, I also instantly feel what ......
My hands are not cold, looking out the window of the white. I felt something very close at once!
Walking together 7"Angry hair on the fence. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Now every time I think of the childhood memorization of Song lyrics clip, I will always be pleased to smile.
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It's been nearly seven years since I made this connection with the Song. In the beginning, I was bobbing my head and chanting bitterly just to get a reward from my parents. Now, I'm mesmerized by the world of words. I like the elegance of Liu Yong, but also like the boldness of Su Shi. In one word, it seems to see a scene, a wood, a person ......
The Great River Goes East
"The Great River Goes East and the waves are exhausted, and the people of the past thousand years".... A "Nian Nujiao - Red Cliff Huai Gu" swings back to the mountains and rivers. In Su Shi's writing, I saw Zhou Yu, the great general of the Eastern Wu, with his majestic posture and feathered fan and silk scarf. Laughing and talking about the gas spit neon rainbow, without a soldier, a pawn on the defeat of Cao Cao's army of millions of people, a moment of the boom and sculls into smoke. What a strategy! What kind of momentum!
Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao" let me recognize the youthful genius of Zhou Yu
Yan word back
Night, cold to the bone. The sky is a bleak moon. The moonlight is pouring down on the woman who is singing alone on the fence. She was pale, let the wind blow a head of green silk, between the eyebrows, eyes are unable to dissolve the melancholy.
Li Qingzhao - the first ancient and modern talent, but the fate is so rough and twisted, her husband died of illness, the country broke down and left home. The petite body is burdened with thoughts of husband, home, country hate! You use wine to dispel your sorrows, but sadness on sadness, so in the infinite loneliness and misery, you issued a "do not say no soul, the curtain rolled west wind, people than the yellow flowers thin sigh"; taste the "this feeling can not be eliminated, only under the eyebrow", but the bitterness of the heart.
In my eyes, the face of the familiar and unforgettable, she is my deepest impression, my elementary school teacher - Ms. Yao.
Her long hair exudes a light fragrance, her round face has a pair of big eyes, a tall nose and a small mouth. She was a person with a good sense of humor and a gentle heart. She treats us as if we were her own children and makes us feel very close to her. Teachers speak in a colorful and lively class, students like to take her class, the teacher is meticulous about our learning, serious and responsible. Every time the homework will be corrected and checked, found the problem will give us a serious explanation, so we all admire her.
In the study if we do not perform well, the teacher will occasionally get angry. I remember once, we were in the school language, there is a did not listen carefully to the classmate was seen by the teacher, the teacher was furious and harshly criticized him, because it is rare to see the teacher angry so much, at that time we were also shocked. After that, the teacher went on with the lesson, and in the course of the lesson, the students answered the questions brilliantly, which made the teacher feel very satisfied again.
In our eyes, teachers are sometimes cute, but sometimes they are very strict. I admit that we all love to talk, sometimes the teacher in the above meeting, we in the following small meeting, in the class it is hard to find a so-called "confidant" because of nagging a few words on the soon to be alive and break up.
Time like a shuttle, the years flow, the learning life of the elementary school in the blink of an eye, Mr. Yao, thank you! Thank you for sprinkling the dew on the earth, thank you for the seedling hard nursing, thank you for teaching us so much, thank you for your trust in us all along I finally say, thank you for walking with us through the days.
Walked together 9Today I got up early in the morning, you certainly do not know the reason. Tell you what: because we are going to take the test.
I quickly packed up my things and waited for my dad to send me to school. Not long after we set off. But halfway there, Dad suddenly had something to go. I had to run the rest of the way to school by myself. It wasn't too late when I arrived at school. I found an empty seat and took my temperature, then I ran to the class as fast as I could. When I got to my seat I saw on the board that it said Memorize Science Points Unit 4 Questions 1 through 5. After reading it I took out the information and read it aloud. After a while, I heard the announcement saying please get ready for the test. Not long after that our `proctor came. We hadn't switched places according to our school numbers. The radio then said please hand out the test papers now. We had to stop switching. Exam exam, the teacher asked us to write down our names and class numbers clearly, and then began to answer the questions. I do one by one, suddenly realized that there is a question can not. No matter! First easy then difficult, do the next question first. When I was done, I went back to this question and found that I still couldn't do it. I thought for a long time, but I just couldn't figure it out. I felt that my brain had stopped working and short-circuited. I can't think of anything else until the end of the exam.
After the test, I hurriedly took out the character information read aloud. But a moment later, the math teacher came! She did not say anything on the blackboard wrote a few questions for us to write. It turns out that we don't take the character subject ah! The teacher said a few more questions, and then dismissed.
In the afternoon, I was late, and when I got to the class, everyone was already seated according to the number of students. I hurriedly took the typing paper and pencil bag. Sitting in my seat. After another long time, the afternoon exam was over. We also dismissed from school.
It was a happy and busy day!
Walking through 10 togetherLooking up, the minute hand on the silver dial coincided with the second hand, so tacitly, without words. Just like the years we have spent together, it's quiet and beautiful.
Because you will be too enthusiastic in the sun burns the earth, pick a lotus leaf to me as an umbrella, because you will be in the beige moonlight spread across the window edge, tell me about the ancient legends, because you will be in the hundreds of flowers bloom throughout the season, to help me burn red the whole sky. Because of you, Grandpa, all those lost times, you held my tender little hand, and together we walked through how many roads named happiness.
The childhood that was as pure as the clouds, a childhood where a piece of candy could buy a crying heart. The dragonflies, the butterflies, the robins, the praying mantis, the crickets, danced and sang, and life went on like this, and I thought it could always be like this.
However, in winter, although there is a warm sun, the breeze, but a child can not lie in a wicker chair day after day to close their eyes, so I noisily asked you to "my ant" "my Tianniu". The sun shone brightly on your wrinkled face, and you smiled serenely as you told me what the four seasons were, and told me that small animals didn't have clothes to wear like we did, and that they could only hide in their burrows in winter. I was a little frustrated, "Then let's make them a dress next time." "Oh, yeah ......" And there was no waiting for a winter like that after all.
"Sell old goods le - sell old goods le -" far away from the vendor's call. So you took some waste paper from the house, plastic bottles out, asked me to go, I habitually follow you jumped and went. After selling the scraps, the vendor said, "Do you want candy or money?" You didn't even think about it and said, "Sugar for all." I was so happy that I filled a small bag with several pieces of maltose. Knowing that the sale of waste can be exchanged for sugar, I will be especially looking forward to vendors over, usually have what waste is not littered, always happy to collect. Now, in the face of the stores of green candy, I can no longer find once remembered the sweet taste. Back towards the street full of pomp and circumstance, I think, perhaps you teach me more than saving, but also a kind of labor brought happiness!
Time always goes faster than expected, after the elementary school I will no longer spend the whole vacation in your place. You also left, in a silent night. I don't remember how many tears I shed, but I remember your last words, "My only granddaughter, be happy."
Yes, be happy.
I was so happy in that childhood with you.
And the same will be true in the future, for I have your blessings with me, together.
I still remember when I was a child and my buddies were chasing each other in the campus; I still remember when I was a little bit older and my classmates were discussing the topic of adults; I still remember when my classmates were trying to study hard in the last year, and I have to leave the class in a hurry. The world always hates the phrase "there is no such thing as an unfinished banquet". Friends, do you still remember the time we spent together as children? Now, no longer like a child's carefree, and the heart misses the elementary school that fun.
"Together through the years of wind and rain, hand in hand," the tape recorder sounded that familiar song, unforgettable is that unchanging memories.
Always think of that get along with six years of classmates, and then soon will have to go their own way, whether they miss the six years of happy life?
Friends, do you remember when you always talk about which boy is handsome, which boy is ugly, which girl is flirty, which girl is the most loved by the teacher? Now when I think about it, I feel that I am childish and ignorant.
Six years, in the mouth always feel very long, eye, on the rush to separate. Separation, only to feel the shortness of time. How can the years not stay people?
Together through the 12
Because familiar with the various processes in the campus, so I was very easy to enter the campus today.
When I got to class, I saw six big words written on the blackboard: memorize science points. When I saw this, I took out my science materials from my book bag and started to read, and all of a sudden, a burst of loud reading came out from our classroom.
In the first class, the math teacher commented on last night's homework.
The second and third periods, began our nightmare journey exam. I picked up my paper, wrote my class, name, and test number, and then began to write hard. Huh? Will this question be added first, or subtracted first? I suddenly had a bad feeling about it, I don't know how to write it! Forget it, forget it, let's skip it! I got energized again and continued to write the next questions. After I finished writing, I looked at the question I had just skipped and wrote it without any certainty. After it was all written, I began to check it. The exam was over and the papers were collected! With those words, our nightmare was over.
When I got home at noon, I ate and took a lunch break. When I got up, I cleaned up and hurried to school.
To the classroom, students have taken out the lunch break strips, handed over to the teacher.
And then came the gut-wrenching math class, the teacher took a test paper with a red cross angrily into the classroom. I took a look at the teacher's expression, heartbeat accelerated, afraid of the test is not good. The teacher read out the grades one by one. My heartbeat gradually decelerated, because the teacher is from low to high read. Ye Shuo strontium 95 points teacher read my results, ah! Really long breath.
This wonderful day has passed.
The day I walked with him is really unforgettable.
He is my deskmate - Min Jie.
He is a meter seven three big man, a pair of bright eyes and high nose, his grades are very good, language, mathematics, foreign, sound, beauty, physical, all good, is a good student of both character and learning.
In the days I walked with him, there is one thing very unforgettable to me.
One day, it was raining heavily, I walked on the way out of school, the rain hit the windowsill, like a round dance. But the next moment, the tranquility was broken. I passed a big tree and its roots tripped me. There were many passersby walking by but ignoring me. My body was drenched in rain, and my heart was being drenched too! Why are these people so condescending and unsympathetic? It is said that helping others is a good virtue, why don't these people understand? Just when I was getting more and more helpless, a warm hand helped me up, "Hong Tingwei, why did you fall, does it hurt?" I was shocked and asked, "Min Jie, why don't you go home?" Min Jie said, "My house is nearby, I saw you and wanted to walk with you for a while, who knows you fell, be careful next time."
I looked at his far away back, the heart can not help but surge a warm current, really to Min Jie have to say thank you!
The days with Minjie, no matter how to say, is a good time in my life, in the six years of elementary school, Minjie gave me a lot of help, there are learning, there is the spirit of encouragement, there are a lot of encouragement, the elementary school life is almost over, here I look forward to and Minjie walked through the time a little more, I miss those days! I miss those days. Minjie, thank you!
From the moment I was born, my mother started to get busy, from a head full of green hair into white hair, from which I felt the selfless love.
Thirteen years with my mother, I can feel the presence of mother's love every day, every time I can feel how great mother's love.
I remember in 20xx years of that thing to say, that is the greatness of a mother's love. It was in the first grade when the physical education class, in the class, I have nothing to do, then put the school soccer goal post, the unfortunate happened. Not just who pushed me in the back, my face hit the pull ring of the hanging ball net, my face was injured, the wound was very deep, the blood flowed. My teacher took me to the hospital, and my mother arrived later. I saw the anxious look on her face, and my heart couldn't help but warm up, and then she went into the operating room with me. About an hour passed, the wound sutured, and then asked the doctor, the mother's anxious look finally fell, at once I felt the presence of mother's love.
Yes, with the mother walked through the days, that is, there are rugged and bumpy, as long as there will be able to pass.
From childhood to adulthood, my mother has paid a lot of effort for me;
Big hand holding small hand, we have walked together for thirteen years;
Reiterated instructions, so that I remember the love and beauty of life;
Study hard, so that I understand how to honor my parents.
Mother thank you for these thirteen years with me, with you through the days, really good.
Thinking about the time we played in our childhood, the corners of our mouths did not hook up a sweet smile.
The first time I saw you was when I was a child, and I was a child of the family.
The kindergarten book is the happiest time for a child, and her presence added to my happiness. The youngest of us were the most innocent, and we often played house. She was the "mom", I was often sick in her arms pampering, she was always very cooperative with my needs. When we were kids, we never got tired of playing games 100 times. It is not an exaggeration to say that in addition to three meals a day, other almost all play hide-and-seek, jumping rope, the eagle catches the chicken.
Even the best of friends will quarrel, but the quarrel is not broken. We will also be because of some trivial matters to fight red, each other, but we will be the same as usual the next day to talk and laugh together. When I was a kid, I was supposed to be the most unintelligent, and I would run to Moe's house because my caring mom slapped me in the face and forced her to run away from home with me. I was such a bully back then, but she had no complaints.
I would also be the first to stand in front of her when she was being bullied by the boys and bravely cover her with my tender shoulders. I still remember the scene when we ran to the field to pick corn and were chased by the owner of the farm because we were bored at school and lied about the excuse of not feeling well, although we were not very old, but that run that was called a fast. Perhaps because of the lure of my corn.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, a lot of things have found a sea change, and the same is that 3 years of good memories. Walked through the storm, there is a step to see the rainbow, unfortunately we have grown up, can not go back.