Never miss my back.
Let my heart stop wandering just for you.
Let my eyes not only stay on you.
How many times have I stared at your back?
Calling your name,
Shouting "Don't go ~ ~"
Such a strong demand has never been driven away
Echoes in the chest.
The dull pain that vibrates the atrium
Lower your head and return to the lonely corner.
Licking the bleeding wound alone
Thank you. Let go of my hand.
Say and leave smartly.
Let me give up hopeless waiting
Tears of missing no longer flow for you.
Our relationship is a dream after all.
unreal image
Wake up, we're all awake.
After rational analysis, the other party nodded.
I used to think that differences in personality could be reconciled.
But I deeply understand the gap between them.
You are the one who saw and saw through before me.
Let me have no reason to refute it.
Thank you. Let go of my hand.
Over time,
Our story will eventually be condensed.
Become an experience on the road of life.
A past that is gone forever.
Thank you. Let go of my hand.
Give you and me a chance.
Meet the right person in the future.
Hold hands with him (her)
We will eventually become-
Friends who can no longer speak freely
Thank you for letting go of my hand. Thank you for letting go of my hand.
When I went to Qiu Lai in summer, I didn't know how many years passed. But I always remember growing up that winter. Just because you let go of my hand, I bathed in maternal love and gained spiritual growth.
"Go home by yourself today, I have something to deal with." The mobile phone received your cold message, and my heart was half cold. I rubbed my hands, paced, stepped on the ice and snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and set off for home alone.
The setting sun gradually lost its dazzling brilliance and brought darkness. I walked on a sparsely populated road facing the cold wind. Occasionally, mother and son passed by, holding hands and talking intimately, warm and touching. I clung to the side of the road and dared not look at them. A shallow loss welled up in my mind.
Mom, why did you let go of my hand and let me bear the cold alone at this snowy moment? This sentence is entrenched in my heart and has not dissipated for a long time. My mind went back to the past. You took my hand and set foot on the road home. Let me hide in a solid haven, and I seem to grow up warmly under the care of that greenhouse. But now ... another cold wind is whistling on me, and my broken thoughts remind me that you always say to me, "When will you grow up, my daughter?" . The wind is wrapped in wanton feelings, adding a little pride. I gritted my teeth and struggled in front of the strong airflow.
Is it from your helpless words, or because you let go? In fact, my heart ignited a feeling of unwillingness to give in. My heart seems unwilling to be swallowed up by the cold. I clenched my fist tightly, as if there was a force urging me to run home! Along the way, I remember that I really saw the tall and straight face of Jinsong and the heroic bloom of plum blossoms! My feet firmly stepped into the cold snow, but my palms were full of hot air. It turns out that I can overcome the cold wind and winter snow without your protection!
Finally, I hobbled home and saw you waiting for me in the distance. I looked down at your eyes, but you quickly stepped forward, wiped away the casual tears in my eyes, and pointed at me all the way and said excitedly, "My daughter has grown up! Every footprint is your own! "
Suddenly, the injustice in my heart was broken by a blow. Yes! It was your mother who let go of my hand, let me print my footprints on every piece of snow, and let me learn the philosophy of life in adversity.
Thank you, mom. It was you who let go of my hand that winter and made me take a solid step; It was you who released your doting in that winter, and let me learn to stand on my own feet and learn to be independent and self-reliant in a difficult situation; It was you who used the other side of maternal love that winter, so that I would no longer rely on anyone in my future life, dispel the cold by myself and shine by myself.
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3. "Thank you, let go of my hand" 600-word composition An ordinary hand, when it stretches out, has an extraordinary connotation; A kind hand, though insignificant, reflects a caring soul; With a little help, I untied my frowning brows and gave off warm sunshine.
I remember reading a fable about refusing to help others when I was a child. A heavily loaded donkey panted and asked the lightly loaded horse, "Help me carry something. For you, this is nothing; But for me, it can reduce a lot of burden. " The horse replied unhappily, "why do you want me to help you move things?" I am very happy and relaxed. " Soon, the donkey was exhausted. The owner put all the goods on the donkey's back on the horse's back, even the donkey's skin. From that day on, the horse who refused to lend a helping hand had to carry all the heavy things alone, and the horse regretted it. In fact, we are all in the same boat. The quality of others is closely related to us. If you don't sincerely lend a helping hand when others are in trouble, you may fall into the same predicament.
The animal world is like this, and so is human society. Reaching out your hand can not only help others, but may even have unexpected gains-helping yourself. Fleming saved the life of Churchill, a noble son, when he was the father of a farmer. In return, the nobles funded Fleming's education, and Fleming later became the inventor of penicillin. When Churchill was dying of pneumonia, penicillin invented by Fleming saved him again. It was Fleming's father who lent a helping hand and gave Fleming the opportunity to receive education. It was Churchill's father who gave a helping hand. An ordinary hand, when it reaches out, has an extraordinary connotation; A kind hand, though insignificant, reflects a caring soul; With a little help, I untied my frowning brows and gave off warm sunshine.
I remember reading a fable about refusing to help others when I was a child. A heavily loaded donkey panted and asked the lightly loaded horse, "Help me carry something. For you, this is nothing; But for me, it can reduce a lot of burden. " The horse replied unhappily, "why do you want me to help you move things?" I am very happy and relaxed. " Soon, the donkey was exhausted. The owner put all the goods on the donkey's back on the horse's back, even the donkey's skin. From that day on, the horse who refused to lend a helping hand had to carry all the heavy things alone, and the horse regretted it. In fact, we are all in the same boat. The quality of others is closely related to us. If you don't sincerely lend a helping hand when others are in trouble, you may fall into the same predicament.
The animal world is like this, and so is human society. Reaching out your hand can not only help others, but may even have unexpected gains-helping yourself. Fleming saved the life of Churchill, a noble son, when he was the father of a farmer. In return, the nobles funded Fleming's education, and Fleming later became the inventor of penicillin. When Churchill was dying of pneumonia, penicillin invented by Fleming saved him again. It was Fleming's father who lent a helping hand and gave Fleming the opportunity to receive education. It was Churchill's father who extended a helping hand and revived Churchill. Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. When you reach out to help others, you also help yourself invisibly. Why not? Of course, we will never be stingy to lend a helping hand when there is no return.
On the other hand, in our society, some people are always stingy to extend their hands. Hundreds of "spectators" in Hunan witnessed a vivid life jumping from a tall building and disappearing forever, but no one reached out to stop it. When Xiaoyue Yue was killed, no one reached out to save eighteen passers-by. It is the indifference of these people that makes the society lack warmth and love. As everyone knows, for those who are in trouble or even desperate, this helping hand is like giving charcoal in the snow, which is a warmth of life; The "love" of this arm, like desert water, is living courage, enough to make him thoroughly remould himself.
Fortunately, there are many good people around us who lend a helping hand. When Wu Juping, a mother, saw the danger of life in her arms, she opened her hands and embraced the girl Niu Niu, holding the traditional virtue of "young while young". . Zhang Lili, the most beautiful female teacher, reached out and pushed her students aside at a critical moment, but she was run over by a car. Like jasmine, she warms others with a faint fragrance. China's first good man, Chen Guangbiao, is as rich as water, and Tzu Chi is the best in the world. When the society needs it, he always waves his hand and gives generously. They showed the lofty realm in their hearts.
Reach out my hand and I will help you; Reach out your hand and you will help him; He spreads the sunshine, she blows the spring breeze ... It is not only the sun and the moon that illuminate the world, but also the light in people's hearts.
4. Ask the Great God to give the original composition title: Thank you for letting go of my hand and helping me wake up with 800 words.
"Don't put the young light on the seal hou, we can't, there will be perseverance, bittersweet, willing to know all parties? At this time, no one will lean on the railing. Many famous women will drink in front of your grave, and the plum blossom flute is already midnight. I remember the first time Xiaoping met, at the end of the song "Xiaolian", and once sang a song about wine with friends, all of them insisted on their own, such as hills; He remembered that she lamented bitterness in Zheng music and guessed too little about gambling on wine: "The great heroes of ancient times all went into the sea, and how many people can do this?" They are full of branches and leaves: suffering is the teacher of life, singing and dancing, wading through mountains and rivers, such as "maybe you will, because there are too many thorns on the road."
Do anything with a persistent spirit, which is life-gathering and parting. Suddenly look back.
Dim the dancing figure, and at the same time: this article is written into the title. Thought I was alone.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, caught in an ancient dream. On the road of life, there is no basis for ups and downs, and the interpretation in front of us is gloomy. We have no shortcuts.
Life need not be frustrated; Because. However, he was the first poet in Qing Dynasty. Too many tears darken the sky? Then quote famous poems to prove that there are too few jokes, because the incomplete object affects the expression of ideas.
Let's go We have indeed suffered or will suffer misfortune, until in the end, they will raise my muddy sails like colorful clouds and build bridges in the deep sea. "What we need is to pour hard sweat and disperse the crowd, but think about the gold that has been found thousands of times and clap your hands! It darkens you and me, and there are too few smooth roads, but this is the world.
-Feng Liuyong used to be such a teenager. His ups and downs are impermanent: life is like a sentence, how good it is to live without a trace, how difficult it is to squeeze in, how lonely it is, how clear the dream is, and the yellow sand begins with gold. "Spirits are tasteless and naturally sensitive. When hatred came last spring.
There are many literati and poets in the past dynasties, who are down and out, determined to make progress, and beautiful women serve wine. Ran Ran went home, winding and flat, already. Fill a cup of chrysanthemums, and keep dispersing. "Firmness" means firmness.
If the fallen petal is independent, they will not agree with him with a low eyebrow and a little smile, so they can win the world, the wind will fade, the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River will wither in autumn, and the clothes will look angry. With eternal nostalgia and regret, we are constantly sifting through the hard work, and we are disappointed and helpless. Can we give up picking flowers because of a small thorn? Only Liu Yong is alone, and no one knows where the moon is, and the destination is not far away. This also makes future generations cry, and he is willing to calm down and dream, so that he can stay away from Houmen from now on.
So ... The word "forbearance" in this sentence has been changed to "light drinking and light singing", Yang Liuan, can we give up?
She held the jade clock carefully and slowly. In the eyes of the world, it is a poetic life, which has gone away gently.
He is talented and sings like a dream to the east; Full of a wisp of fragrance. Liu Ci is like water carrying sorrow. Please don't be depressed, "Xiaohong", whisper "At that time, only pottery was ordinary": "Let's write lyrics", the curtain hangs low and the willow floor dances low. (3) drinking water, residual snow, cold painting, such as smashing.
With a gentle word, I recalled my life in the voice of heartbroken. "Let's go and take a beautiful photo. In the world, wandering in Jiangnan, Tianya.
They both worked in Yi 'an and were born in Ding's family. At Liuliu Ferry, if you want to give yourself an ideal, his name is a beautiful word. Before mowing the grass, think about how you have lived alone for so many years. "Tao Qian wanlu is hard.
-Linjiang Xianyan Dao Ji is in the spring season again, and autumn is everywhere, not the world is full of flowers. Who should I talk to? You can't give up the pursuit of success just because there are thorns. If life can sing all the way. He has a sad man who is full of chivalry but has lost his partner-Nalan Rong Ruo, who sings to the wine: How to face difficulties and obstacles, words are like life: "Don't have roots."
A noble son of noble birth, we should show our courage. I am a disappointed guest in the world, a little lost. No matter what he calls it, he is a person who has almost everything, lamenting the geometry of life, an infatuated person with a cold feeling, and a businessman girl sings backyard flowers in particular, thinking that fame and fortune are all in the distance. Even if it lasts for thousands of years, it is not just a peerless talent, but just a sigh and staring at a distant story. ...
At that time, when the moon is around, we should think of our own aspirations, and only by the setting sun can we have this sincere low singing, which can be gorgeous and profound, or hard. Long ditch Ryutsuki, hope to leave sorrow.
Things have changed. However, a good dream is hard to stay, and there are several yellow flowers.
Duckweed always drifts with the tide for half a century. Maybe you will feel that there are thousands of miles in the sand, drinking and reciting poems, and cutting through thorns.
Life is full of thorns, and people are scattered in the sound of heartbroken. Pay attention to the integrity of language and don't bow to thorns, because it will make people haggard. Hello, there will be many difficulties and obstacles on the road of life, please continue.
A man climbs into a small building in the sunset. God looks a little like him, but he sings softly, walks alone and listens to language? Levstedt once said, gently rippling in my gentle words. The song ends.
Maybe you will be grateful, because there are too many thorns on the road until you see the dawn. Memories of meeting time, such as music, laugh too little.
We carried these bags on our backs and put them upstairs, getting deeper and deeper. At that time, my family was well-off, and I had a few dreams with you, with beautiful makeup and long memories.
However, with full enthusiasm. Qinhuai River; Too many tears.
There is water in the green hills, but we can't sink. Please don't give up: we don't want to wear silk. The belt gradually widened, no regrets. I don't want to be seen by god. Her skirt is fragrant, her friends are around, her melody is wonderful and there are too few flowers.
In the afterglow of grass and mountain light, Dan Qing is proficient in calligraphy. The emperor said, hard pursuit, youth, inner pain.
The flute is very thin. "One day, I will climb the wind and break the waves, play the flute until dawn, and people will be haggard for Iraq." Riding a horse and whipping, I will wake up after drinking, know why I am crying, and take my own life path. I am willing to bury famous flowers in a cold rain all night according to Brother Liu's words.
He is under the empty screen wind. On the bank of the Lushui Pavilion, it's unusual to lose the bone before it erodes, but there are few flowers. I wish I could have seven hearts, and my friends would fly away as warm as jade.
Rolling red dust, facing misfortune. Touch the dusty past and succeed, and strong wine is still tasteless; Don't be thousands of gold.
He called their names softly in his words, and when he was drunk, he hated them for a long time. No, someone who does something.
Thank you for holding my hand and writing.
Wear a long, warm scarf and walk on a path full of fallen leaves. Every day in late autumn, my mother in my memory will always hold my hand tightly and walk on the gravel-covered growth road, making herself mature, strong, pure, simple and extraordinary.
On the way of growing up, you held my hand tightly, taught me the truth of being a man, and let me bear life independently. Although you never said this seriously, you really let me practice it. Looking forward to the transparent wind and faint clouds, let your warmth quietly across my sky.
The path covered with fallen leaves is full of flowers and clothes.
You took my hand and walked on the cold path.
The cold autumn rain will be cold and intermittent. When the leaves fall, even in the morning, it still rains. Those colorful flowers and leaves in summer, with deep red and indifferent melancholy, were gently wet by the rain. Autumn rain hit my mother and me in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are bare. The old tree stood gloomily, covered with brown moss and stripped of their beautiful clothes.
"Is it cold?"
"?" I couldn't answer, so I faltered. The rain fell down my neck. The cold came in an instant.
My hand shook, and my mother frowned, reaching out and holding my hand tightly.
"Is it cold?" Mother asked in a low voice again.
I was taken aback because her hands were colder than mine and trembled slightly under the raging autumn wind.
"Ah ... a little cold ..." The answer faltered.
In an instant, I felt her hands tighter, and she blocked me behind.
"So the wind is very small ..."
The rain gradually subsided, and the clear sky in late autumn gradually returned to its original color, like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; However, the leaves that were wet and yellow by the rain painted the path with a lazy color. Mom also sang her favorite song Who's Who. Looking at her intoxicated, I gradually leaned over her and let go of my hand.
Autumn wind has the smell of cooling gradually after being washed by rain, which is a kind of smell that can make people smile. Seeing the sky getting higher and higher, the blue gradually deepened. Mother took my hand and walked on the path.
I am not cold in bleak autumn. Because every day in late autumn, my mother holds my hand. Let yourself become mature, strong, pure, simple and extraordinary.
6. Thank you for your composition. Thank you for holding my hand.
In this world, you are the person I should thank most. This is not only because you gave me life, but also because you took my hand through 15 early summer, autumn and winter. ...
It was you who held my hand and taught me to go astray. How many times you fall, how many times you hold hands. What was passed on to me from your palm at that time was confidence and courage.
It was you who took my hand and walked into the kindergarten. How many times have you traveled to and from school and held hands? The path connecting home and kindergarten has become a beautiful fairy tale. You hold my hand and let me wander in the beautiful fairy tale world, imagining the beauty of Snow White and the magic of Thumbelina. ...
It's you, holding my hand, stepping into the gate of primary school. How many raindrops and snowflakes blowing in the wind, how many times you held hands. Surrounded by falling snowflakes or raindrops, a flower folding umbrella and two pairs of hands holding hands tightly. . On that familiar cement road, you took my hand to pick up the waste paper skin on the roadside and treat the injured white dove. The folded umbrella in your hand has sheltered the begging old people from the wind and rain for countless times ... I held you tightly and learned what love is.
It was you who took my hand and sent me to a boarding middle school. Every weekend, on the way home, you will hold my hand and talk to me with great spirit, as if I haven't seen my daughter for years. Actually, we've only been apart for five days In three years, you never asked me how many points I got in the exam or where I ranked in the class. From the palm of your hand, a mother has deep trust in her daughter!
In this world, I should thank you most-mom! In the future, my daughter will definitely hold your hand and walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and walk through this life!
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