In the long river of time, we have learned to be grateful, and also learned to love, the world is blindly chasing does not belong to their own, but their own lack of things. But forget that once you were poor, tears and sadness, lonely and lonely when accompanied by your side of things.
Three years of time will come to an end, the arrival of the college entrance examination for my high school three years to write a perfect ending. Dreaming back to the summer of the year, green hazy teenagers in the baptism of the autumn wind to complete their growth. The students who accompanied me for three years, teachers met in this big family of love is also the beginning of our good.
The summer cicadas chirping composed in, the magnificent and magnificent music of the midterm. In the music, I became a small note. That there is no great contribution nor any great heart,? I closed the window God gave me, and no longer paid attention to the noise and bustle of the world. In my self-imposed isolation, I lost my self-confidence and the power to walk into the hearts of others.
The first time we met, the sunlight in the woods mottled and dreamy. Walking on the path next to the trees, the light through the dense leaves sprinkled a fluorescent, starry fluorescent, floating down on the girl's head, shoulders, skirt, but also floating down in my heart, the night fell, for the dream of the kingdom to pull down the curtain, open hazy eyes, the dark sky covered the green eyes, the night of the campus, adding a touch of touch, that touch is difficult to cover up, I waited for the sun in the silent night of the I was waiting for the sun to rise in the silence of the night, I did not feel shocked and confused, shocked by the fantasy it brought me, confused about how I choose the future of the road, thanks to the rotation of the gears of destiny, so that we met, but also thanks to the campus for us to leave the throbbing of the youth's footsteps.
The graffiti on the wall fell wall ash, are the mark of our youth, you selfless tolerance for me, thank you campus, because of you we met the place, lovely students, respectable teachers, thank you, but also thanks to our best encounter.
The best encounter 2
Another rainy day. That constantly dripping from the eaves of the water droplets, cold bone-chilling wind, pushing each other crowd ...... everything seems to be so annoying!
I stood under the bus stop and waited for the car. I stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus. There was a bright yellow light, and I didn't know how many buses there were. The car slowly stopped, the crowd swarmed up, the original empty car instantly crowded with people, even the air with a dull sense of oppression. The first to get on the bus hurriedly found a seat to sit down, this weather and daytime labor, make sitting on the bus seat for a few moments have become a kind of enjoyment.
Another stop. Elderly people holding the children on the bus, bright smiley face chattering about the campus, that vivid portrayal of the rendering of the carriage more interesting, the wrinkles on the faces of the elderly also smiled and squeezed together, kind eyes wrapped around the children, full of care and love. That ordinary and sincere love, is how many parents and elders similar qualities ah.
At that moment, a figure stood up from his seat, smiled shyly and gently, and said, "Grandpa, you sit down." It was a high school student who had just gotten out of school. The old man was busy waving his hand and said no, he still insisted that the old man to sit down, said he was almost to the station. On the other side of the car, such a warm scene was also playing. The car was overflowing with warmth, and the fog on the window reflected the sweet smiles of the passengers.
Soon after I got off the bus, the cold wind and rain came down on me, wetting my cuffs. Despite the wind and rain, my heart was warm. I looked up and then look at the bus to go, the student who gave up his seat has not yet got off the bus, I do not know how long it will take to arrive at the station. He is a poor but sincere lie, in the bus extra warm.
Walking on the road covered with puddles, the rain gradually reduced, full of the world is washed over the bright green, smiling in the drizzle.
Remembering that ordinary rainy evening, warmth welled up in my heart. The common action and language, with the power of the uncommon sincerity. The people in the car who did not know each other, in the same piece of bright yellow light, met with the same best warmth.
The dream is a beautiful word, it can give people hope, let people want. However, to realize the dream, only to embark on the avenue of building a dream, in the way of building a dream to meet a better self.
I am a third-grade student, as early as in kindergarten, to see the stage dancing sister is so graceful, so beautiful, I planted a dream seed in my heart - I want to dance, to bring happiness to people!
I told my mom out loud what I thought, and she told me seriously, "Dancing is not an easy thing to do, you want to dance, fine! But once you choose to dance, you have to be responsible for your own dream, no matter what difficulties you encounter and how hard it is, you have to stick to it." I agreed with confidence and embarked on the dream road of learning to dance.
At the beginning of the learning period, because full of interest, I learned very happy. However, gradually, with the increasing difficulty of the dance movements, my interest continued to decrease, and even began to hate dancing. Once in class, the teacher gave us the leg press for the first time, and I cried from the pain. After class, I said to my mom in frustration, "Mom, learning dance is too hard and too bitter, I don't want to learn." My mom said to me in a serious way, "Dancing is your dream, your own choice, you promised to stick to it in the beginning, you can't give up when you meet a little difficulty. You want to dance beautifully, want to bring joy to everyone, you have to be not afraid of suffering, continue to learn!" In my mother's comfort and encouragement I had to continue to learn dance.
Learning to learn, I gradually like to dance again. Pressure legs, split legs, waist, roll over ...... each dance action contains my sweat and tears, but, every overcome a difficulty, and can let me experience the joy of success. Now, I have been on stage many times, performances, competitions, and even on television, for the audience to bring joy and laughter, but also achieved the dance seven certificate.
On the way of dancing, I finally understand that success is not easy, only do not retreat, do not give up, and strive to build a dream, in order to continue to progress, so that I gradually become better. Constantly building dreams, in order to make yourself better!
Because I met you, I am grateful.
That year, I just came, just stepped into this new hall, everything is unknown. I met you. Oh, dear teacher.
You teach mathematics, your class, colorful and unpredictable. A nonsensical mathematical formulas, in your mouth, as if by magic, have become a wonderful note. You are always very "lazy", the type of problem is always changing, in order to save time, so that we can enjoy wandering in the world of mathematics that you created for us. You always wave your hand, the dense formula on the blackboard will be swept away. A lesson down, the chalk sacrificed a piece of the hand is like rubbing the water powder, colorful.
Of course, you also have serious times. A chorus after military training, we are too gullible, the whole team is lazy, not to mention singing, the result can be imagined. At that moment, we were all very uncomfortable in our hearts, astringent, all silent. Under the moonlight, the surrounding is very quiet, other classes are celebrating the victory, but you took us in the playground under the tree to summarize the shortcomings, the beginning of the attitude is very tough, look very serious, but said you choked a little, everyone lowered their heads, looking at the ground on the hovering shadow of the tree. I bit my lip, saw a ray of moonlight through the treetops sprinkled on your face, a breeze blew by, red eyes. After that, we always take everything seriously, and under your leadership, the further we go, the higher we fly.
There was also that time, my grades retreated a lot, that time I was a little overwhelmed, all day listless. You see in the eyes, find me to talk to me, help me analyze ...... through the window, the whole night has become deeper, and I came to the sky is still flooded with a faint reddish haze.
Oh, thank you! Thank you, let me meet you in this most wonderful year. I invited you to present me with an award at the Character of the Month Awards. You patted me on the shoulder, emotionally, you said: "It's great to meet you!" After saying that your eyes wet, there are crystal things in the flash.
Yes, it was great to meet you!
This wonderful encounter, in my heart stirred up layers of ripples, so that life is colorful and beautiful!
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The school acacia opened.
It is breathtakingly beautiful. I don't know when it opened, just a lift of the eyes, I met this acacia. In a flash, the heart missed a beat.
Its flowers are a doodle a doodle, covered in the dense pale green leaves, the flower spike below is deep purple, and the top is shining by the sun, a wind blew, the petals fell all over the ground. I can't bear to look at it, the thought of the petals falling to the ground, was scattered into the mud rolled into dust there is a hint of sadness.
But this sadness fleeting, the petals fell to the ground, thick, like a carpet, the wind blew, the petals are like waves, layers and layers, that is the purple sea of flowers. Falling petals, its color is lavender, to meet people's fantasy of beautiful things.
This is the first time we met.
I thought it would keep on blooming like this, but it turned out to be cloudy and rainy in the past few days. I can't help but worry about it, I think you were torn by the wind, by the rain mercilessly pumped, really more points of the wind and rain always go to the meaning of the wind and rain.
The second time I met, it was a day after the rain. Your flower spike is obviously a lot less, only a little bit of light purple, mixed in a large area of green, seems too weak, too fragile. The purple is a little more colorful, a little less plain. I was relieved to see that, despite the storms, you took them as a baptism. You do not have a sickly look, but there are a few spikes of tiny flower spikes, look more beautiful.
Life, not also so? Fighting, frustration is a baptism of life, is to make you stronger. What you need to do is just smile and stick to it, and at the end of the day, there will always be a few flowers hanging on the tips of the branches, to reward you for your perseverance in the past.
Road Manman its repair far, I will be up and down and seek.
It was a wonderful encounter.
Tomorrow, she is going to go, so fast, so fast, although I have long known that she is going to leave the news, but in the moment of parting, I still cried, I thought I could be very strong, I can smile to face her departure, but, to see that face, that information packet, that classmate record, I still cried, people are not grass and trees, who can be merciless, how can I face such a scenario, but not weeping, I think it's a good thing that you have a good time. I don't want to face the parting, think back carefully, out of the blue, actually think, she seems to come to us yesterday, and today is going to go, so fast, so fast, so fast that I can't believe it, she's going, she's going to go, means that on Monday, we can't see that standing on the podium, arms crossed in front of the chest of the god-like, can't see that, in class, that dancing figure, can't see that smile, can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see the smile, can't see the smile, can't see the smile, can't see the smile, can't see the smile. That smile, can no longer be seen, that iron face, said we exam poor look, can no longer be seen, can no longer be seen ......
She taught me a lot, it is she told me to adapt, it is she told me to change, it is he said that I have a management model, but she is going to go... ...When she sent us gifts, we all cried, a few usually very troublemaking students, also cried, I think, usually troublemaking, just a kind of camouflage, love to the thick, everything can be changed, love to the deep, everything will shed tears for it, people are not thin, but the love has not been deep, not thick, not true ......< /p>
A sentence to test well, shook the heart of how many students, and who knows, how many students because of her words, is changing, action, hard work, struggle, just because of her words, to test well ...... Xiao Zhou, you wait, three years later, we will meet again, three years later, I will be a strong, courageous. is a changer, an adapter, you can rest assured ......
Xiao Zhou, I really can't let go of you ah, really want to cry, it's all because of you, causing me to cry, hum, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh,
Xiao Zhou, I can't let go of you ......
Xiao Zhou, I can't let go of you
Xiao Zhou, I can't let go of you ......
Beautiful encounter 7Before school started, we didn't know each other. When we met for the first time after school started, you smiled at me and said nothing, but I could see your cheerfulness and optimism from your sunny face.
That day after school, I walked alone on the way home, and met you again. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too. Thanks to this encounter, let us get acquainted and become good friends, since then, we go home together every day after school.
One day, the school had something to do, so the school was a little late. I happened to be on duty that day. The day is nearly dusk, my heart can not help but anxious, looking at the gradual sinking into the horizon of the sun, and then look at and I was on duty with the students, trying to find a and I'm on the same road, but, unfortunately, not. The thought that I will have to walk alone through a dark road without streetlights makes my heart hairy, and I hurriedly went to wash the mop, wanting to finish the day duty quickly. Just as I was dashing towards the washroom with the mop, I met you.
You were standing at the top of the stairs, panting, and I couldn't help but call out your name and ask, "What are you doing back in class? Isn't school over already?" You smiled and said: "Waiting for you, go home together ah, we are good friends!" At that moment, I felt infinite warmth.
After the duty day, we walked together on the way home. My heart is no longer afraid, although the sky is already dark, but the two of us still talk and laugh together to go forward. Today's moonlight, seems to be particularly bright, the moonlight shines on your face, your face looks more beautiful and touching. I looked at you, and my heart was infinitely moved.
Friend, it's great to meet you!
Thank God, let me meet you, so that we can become friends and walk together; thank you, into my life, let my junior high school life become more colorful.
This is a wonderful encounter ......
Wonderful encounter 8Winding mountain road, thirst, meet the old man selling water, enough to rejoice; sprawling sandy sea, hobbling time, meet the passing camel caravan, rare indeed; long life, the key intersection, meet the leader, worthy of thanksgiving to remember!
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croaked, opened his eyes to see is the happy mother.
From then on, you became a treasure in her heart.
She taught you to walk, from hobbling to stride; she led you to recognize nature, from flies and butterflies to the mountains and rivers; she accompanied you to feel the world, from the home courtyard to the bustling city; she took you to school, from nothing to "full of knowledge" ... ...
The first step in life, thanks to meet you - mother!
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Clueless, the teacher on the podium for you to pave the way to knowledge.
From then on, you walked onto a bigger stage.
The teacher told you that the world is vast and boundless, not only the five lakes and the sea, and the vastness of space; the teacher told you that the history of mankind has a long history, not only the four ancient countries, and prehistoric civilization; the teacher told you that the natural sciences are profound, not only the laws of nature, and the truth of being a human being ......
The path of learning, thank you for meeting you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
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Isolated, surrounded by friends never leave, accompanied by your left and right.
From then on, your world is no longer closed, and your gaze is more lofty.
Friends walk with you through the open road, warning you to be prepared for danger, pay attention to unknown dangers; friends to help you through the rapids, comforting you, after the rain is bound to be a sunny day; friends accompany you through the day, with you climbed up a mountain top, standing in the high place of the higher place, your eyes have become more far-reaching!
Career path, thanks for meeting you - friends!
Life is like a river. When the barge ship is lost, meet the mentors and friends, they give us additional energy, motivate us to sail away; boat at the time of the fight, meet the mentors and friends, they give us enough energy, motivate us to stand on the tide!
Life is like a road. In the fork in the road when confused, meet mentors and friends, they guide us on the right path, to make the right choice; in the open road bravely into the occasion, meet mentors and friends, they urge us to higher levels, to achieve greater success!
Thank you, the most beautiful encounter!
You often say that I am the most beautiful star in your eyes. I think meeting you is the best thing in life.
Thirteen years ago, I met you, and you always said that the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was you. Since then you have a special name - "mom".
The time flies, I grew up in your care day by day. You help me to learn to walk, teach me to learn to speak, sing a night song to accompany me to sleep; you teach me to write with a stroke of a pen, a word a sentence to accompany me to read, a situation a thing metaphor I understand the reason ......
You are also sometimes very strict. My calligraphy should really thank you for "not giving up". A pair of good words, pleasing to the eye, a certificate in hand, I will be happy. But behind it all is a lot of study and practice. I like just the beginning, countless competitions to sharpen, you are always around. Time and time again write bad, you time and time again for me to play grid folding paper, every time I'm annoyed to give up, you always have a way to soften and harden me back to pick up the pen ......
You are the envy of my buddies all mom. You will always be able to give me a variety of tricks to make me picky eaters all kinds of good food. I remember when I was a child, children often in the kindergarten birthday, I was very envious, but very helpless - my birthday is almost the New Year, the day is basically in the winter vacation. Finally there was a kindergarten delayed vacation, we were both very excited, you prepared a long time in advance, and finally on my birthday, made a beautiful chocolate cake sent to the kindergarten. I was so happy that day, and the kids have been thinking about me having a mom who can make all kinds of bread and cakes ever since.
You are very open-minded, just like my friends. We shared our joys and worries with each other. You will also "leak" some of the learning tips to me. I like to read and I have a cheerful personality, all thanks to you.
Maybe you can not accompany me for a lifetime, but now is the most beautiful encounter.
Thirteen years ago, at the first glance, it was destined that we would **** together to spend a good time, destined to be the best meeting.
The memories stored in my time recorder are slowly being unveiled ......
Your first cry floated out of the maternity ward, accompanied by the blood-stained sunset echoing in the air. I looked at my relatives in a daze, the corners of my mouth lifting slightly upwards, mixed with the afterglow through the window, and the smile on my face grew even wider.
When you took the 100-day photo, your face was round, eyelashes drooping, holding a hundred-dollar bill that you "wanted" from your mom, happy. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when the cameraman captured your adorable, new-found expression as you held the bill.
The wind is gently swaying the willow branches, the clouds are floating, as if someone intentionally splashed the ink to the sky, the curtain of the night also quietly fell. I stepped into the house, and suddenly a dark shadow flashed by. "Sister go, go play." I glanced at you as you pulled me along, "Be careful." The words did not fall, a chess piece will be "heavy" smashed in my head, it turns out that you are intentional.
"I'm a warrior!" Look, you are wearing a cloak (in fact, just a cicada silk quilt is just), holding a "sword" fierce stabbed at me, I turned around magnificently so that you pounced on the air, I pushed you forward, you ouch on the ground (touch porcelain), I turned around and showed an evil smile, a sentence came to mind: "Congrats on the success of the trick!" I tugged on your arm, as thin as a girl's arm, which had turned carbon black under the sun's scorching rays and had many small pockets (bitten by a "vampire"). You say, "I remember, sister!" (like a girl who holds a grudge), my heart fluttered, forgetting that you also hold a grudge!
Brother, thanks for letting me meet you, so that my life has a touch of softness, add a touch of color, and the water waves of life rippled.
The setting sun's afterglow softly sprinkled on the rows and rows of neat bookshelves, I carefully sorted out a book, turned around and saw a pair of father and daughter are bowing their heads, the father whispered a story, the little baby is listening and watching, from time to time to show a happy smile. This scene is so beautiful ah!
I remember when I first started elementary school, my mom took me to a mysterious place - the children's hall of the Jinjiang Library. Every time my mom always threw me directly to the "self-care". At first, I was very aggrieved, but the days are long, every time into the library, the smell of books, so I can not help but speed up the pace, in the sea of books to explore.
This is really a beautiful enjoyment ah! You see, "Guess How Much I Love You" in the simple dialog has a strong love and happiness, touching; read "Insects", I dabbled in the magic of insects and the infinite mysteries of nature; read "Mr. Strong and the interlopers", tell us that more important than the results is kindness and hard work; when I read "Robinson Crusoe", I always can not help but let myself play the book characters adventure. In the face of difficulties, open your mind to think of ways to pass the five passes and six generals ...... Whenever this happens, I am bathed in the fragrance of books, as if I am a flat boat, touching the raging sea of books. Sometimes serene, sometimes hilarious ......
Now I am not only a regular visitor to the library, but also a member of the library volunteers. From giving all kinds of books to separate books on the shelves, whole shelves and replenish books, I experienced the responsibility as a volunteer, but also understand the hard work of the staff. Looking at every serious satisfied readers, looking at the warm and cheerful big bookstore, looking at our neat bookshelves, like soldiers guarding, gazing at us, I am so proud I am a library volunteer ah!
Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun so brilliant and beautiful, I think every person who loves books probably have their own dreams, love such a piece of pure land.
The people who do not read can only live once reading can experience a thousand kinds of life.
I regard reading as the best encounter in life. I remember the first time I met a book was when I was in kindergarten. That time, my mom went home and bought me a book for young children, and I was attracted by its beautiful cover at the first sight. From then on, I was headlong into the book, and never came out.
When I was little, I loved reading fairy tale books. The poor Snow White, the handsome prince, the evil queen, all y touched my heart. Growing up, I like to read books about beautiful natural scenery. I feel with my heart the crispness of a drop of falling rain, the splendor of a flower in bloom, the strength of a leaf growing, and the faraway sound of an insect chirping. Freshness, silence, these scenes, these things, stay in my heart to linger.
Now I like to read all kinds of classic books. Read Lu Xun's "The Morning Flower and the Evening Gleanings", I savor those childhood stories that are far away from us; read Liang Xiaosheng's "Mother's Love" and Shi Tiesheng's "Autumn's Reminiscence", I feel the goodness of affection; read Yang Zhenning's "Deng Jiasheng" and Duanmu Hongliang's "Oath of the Land", I feel the deep patriotic feelings. I swim in the book, I am touched in the book!
I live in a small township, there is a Xinhua Bookstore, a few years ago and a new library, did a library card can be borrowed in the library. Last summer, my mom did a library card for me in the library. In the library, I often stayed for two or three hours, until the administrator urged to leave, I reluctantly put down the book, and then go to see the next day. Later, the administrator saw me, said to me with a smile: really a "little book lover" ah!
Some things in this world are like an unknown flower bloom, careless people will only smell the fragrance of the flower, but people will stop to appreciate and remember what it looks like. The book is the flower that bloomed on the road in my life.
The book is the best encounter in my life.
The book is the best encounter in my life.
The best encounter 13
The encounter is a beautiful encounter; the encounter is a beautiful poem; the encounter is the best self, so, lucky.
Meet the best self, in the precipitation, in the most beautiful square character.
I can't remember how long, I was all the hopeful eyes, pressurized breathless; by the heavy schoolwork, dizziness. Yesterday, just after the midterm exams, I was distracted, sitting in front of the floating window, looking into the distance, suddenly realized that the woods behind the home has been golden. For some reason, there, it was that grove of trees, as if it kept calling me. I eagerly, leave a note to my mom, get on my bike and fly away, of course, will not forget to bring my beloved book.
It's here, finally. I gently and quietly, stepped on the avenue covered with fallen leaves. I walked slowly, afraid of disturbing the quiet peace of the woods. Here, quiet, quiet, only left my rustling footsteps, the sky occasionally came a bird song, only to cut through the quiet here. This forest, is a cold and a little lonely woods, large woods, empty, only I am alone, lonely and confused looking around, with me as a companion, only with me as gently and quietly blowing the wind. The wind leaves a little bit of wonderful sound between the trees, making the woods more mysterious.
I turned back to look for my bike, only to realize that I have gone far, far away, the distance, good "far away from the sky" feeling. Slowly walked back, the bike has fallen full of "into the mud of spring more flowers" yellow leaves, of course, also fell on my book. I leaned against a thick tree and sat down, brushed away, slowly brushed away the leaves on the book, opened the long-lost book, a strong smell of ink came to my nose. I greedily enjoyed it, sniffing, my whole being relaxing into this collection of essays. For the first time in a long time, I felt a feeling that I could not describe in words, those essays, one after another, like fingers jumping on the black and white piano keys, took me to fly to one after another distant and very similar worlds. I kept wandering in those square words, once and again into those wonderful moods, that kind of wonderful, in my heart, slowly melting, slowly precipitation.
The beauty of the encounter 14Life, never one's own life. So no one's road can be not bent, no one's life can be not bumpy. There is no loss how to know regret, with regret, only to learn to cherish; there is no tears, how to know sadness, with sadness, only to learn to be strong; there is no fall, how to know how to walk, with walking, only to learn to run.
On the road, no matter what you encounter, you have to be able to afford to let go, do not drag a long tail, the more you drag the more tired. The heart is like a piece of land, what seeds are sown, what fruits will be produced, just sooner or later. Walking on the journey, whether it is joy or sadness, be grateful, grateful for the scenery along the way to enrich our life.
In the choice of life, perhaps the many crossroads will make us lose our way, perhaps the sudden storm will hinder our pace, perhaps all the way to the thorns will make us bruised, but please believe that after the rain cleared the sky is more blue, after the tears to wash the eyes more bright. No matter what you encounter in life, please plant the seeds of warmth in your heart, warm yourself and warm others; when the time of disappointment, let your heart stay in a cleanest soil, empty rest, and then move forward.
A cup of hot tea, a heart scroll, a word of understanding, a heart of sunshine, is the warmth of this winter left to us. December sunshine to the city's winter brought clean warmth, close your eyes to enjoy this piece of short tranquility, sunshine on the face, the stolen time seems to be more and more pure and clear. Maybe try to slow down the pace of life: listen to an old song, watch a youth-themed movie, make yourself a simple and exquisite dinner, and then the night is still the night, the evening light is still the evening light, and the night view of the city outside the window, still appendage.
Stepping through the golden yellow of autumn, looking forward to the pure white of winter, the beauty of life, it is because of this eye ageless hope! I have always believed that in this worst and best of times, life should need more color, more colorful, I believe that time will let each of us in the morning of the rising sun or the sunshine afternoon, and the most perfect self poetic encounter.
A beautiful encounter 15The gloomy sky, board a cold face, scrutinizing the thousands of living beings on the earth. In the distance, the sea of clouds kept rolling and roaring, swallowing the mountains in one bite.
I walked quickly and hurriedly, my eyes searched in all directions - the familiar figure, but could not find in the sea of people, making me anxious, but there is nothing I can do, the heart of the speculation, but always anxious, can not be quiet.
Already at the fork in the road, looking back around, is still traffic, mixed with large and small motorcycles, bicycles, dazzling me.
But I still hold the last glimmer of hope to run to the home, looking forward to seeing the warmth of the light waiting at home, looking forward to seeing the familiar figure, looking forward to ...... But when I ran to the home sweating, but only saw the door in a silent darkness. In a flash, I don't know what to do, my heart is in turmoil, and my heart keeps guessing whether the familiar figure is not yet back, working hard? Or in the school anxiously waiting for me ......
The sky is gradually sinking, families coincidentally light up the lights, street lamps hope to guard the street, anxiously waiting for that familiar figure ......
Suddenly, a voice in my ear ringing: "Your father is not yet back?" I took a look, it turned out to be the neighbor's aunt. I said anxiously, "Well, I don't know why ......" She suddenly interrupted me and took out her cell phone, "Make a call!" Then she asked me to wait at her home first, while pouring me a cup of warm boiled water, worried I listened to the phone "Tic Toc, Tic Toc" ringing, unconsciously, the hands of the clock pointing to 6 o'clock, while the phone is still not reachable, just as I was anxious, the hallway came the familiar call, the father came back! ......
The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, turned back to thank the aunt, but she hastened to say to me: "Quickly go, the child, there are things that can be found in the future I help!"
Looking at her simple smile, tears can not help but come out. This wonderful encounter, make me unforgettable, so that I will never forget ......