She pursued her yearning, and I walked the way she walked, farther and farther. One step at a time, I followed her footsteps and watched her far away. The mud in front drove me to fall, and I was afraid that I couldn't keep up with her, so I had to get up regardless. It is said that it is a beautiful place and a gateway to the future. ...
In the face of repeated blows to my grades, it seems like ridicule to look at those bright smiling faces that smile at me because of my good grades. Maybe it's because I know in my heart that she has experienced these things. I just walked by them, and when I faced their ridicule and satire, I felt very funny, not because I was strong, but because I thought these things had nothing to do with me. She is not the first to know my grades, maybe the last one, but the last one is the best after all. The encouragement I long for comes from her mouth, and the motivation I long for comes from her temptation. She always knows what I want. In the face of my mother's complaints, she always said, "I was the same at that time." My mother is talking to her outside, thinking that I can't hear, and I don't want to listen. But who can make my ears work? This often makes me feel a little closed and guilty.
When writing this composition, I jokingly asked her what to write, and she jokingly said, "Just write it, your big sister." I listened to a sloped smile and paused. I thought it was a good idea. I thought about it for a long time, came up with a topic and asked her, "What do you think of the topic" Missing Time "? She said the topic was not good, so she added, "I'll ask the Chinese Department for you. My Chinese is not good. "I don't know how long it took, how many people she asked. Finally, I saw the reply: "They all said that this topic is not good. If it were you, write "I miss become a butterfly dancing". "I asked her what topic to choose, because I talked to her on the pretext of missing her. As a result, she was so serious that I couldn't help feeling shocked, sweet and happy. I swear, I'll write it.
It is said that people are far away. The first person I miss is my mother, the second person I miss is my father, and the third person I miss is my brother and sister ... I still thought so when I was a child in my parents' harbor, because I felt that I only got half of my parents' love and the other half was hers, so I often tattleted on her and felt a little happy to see her punished. Later, I gradually felt very naive. Until she went far away, I lived on campus, and I couldn't see my parents and her, but I always missed her. I don't know why, when I am tired, I often stare at the window in a daze, and I have her in my heart. People often break it, some break it out of friendship, others break it out of ridicule. I will distinguish clearly, because everyone has a steelyard in his heart to distinguish right from wrong. There is a girl named Sister who can't laugh or be sarcastic. I learn from her calmness and encouragement, and I love her the way she loves me. At the same time, I will learn from her and treat my cousin who jumps all day. I don't expect her to repay me much. Just like her, don't expect me to repay her. I just need my cousin to remember me when he is tired.
... night has now given way to the ocean of the sun, and years are like memories. Time is quiet and beautiful, and thoughts are eternal.
I have a kind grandmother who was blind before I was born and never saw what I looked like. Grandma's greatest wish is to restore her eyesight and see her grandson. Grandma is very kind to me. When my mother hits me, she will recognize where I am with her ears and then pick me up to prevent her from hitting me. Sometimes, I fell and got a bruise on my foot, so my grandmother took medicine to wipe it for me. Grandma cried when I rubbed the medicine. At that time, I was not sensible and asked my grandmother why she was crying, but she didn't answer me. But I understand now.
I came to Shenzhen when I was five years old. I haven't been back for a long time. Did grandma's eyes recover? Does grandma still miss me? I really miss my grandma. Sometimes I call her to chat. Every time I call her, she cries. I feel very sad. When my grandmother cried, I felt very sad and felt sorry for her, so I seldom called and chatted with her in the following days. I think grandma will not be so sad. However, I made a mistake. I wrote this on the computer before, and some netizens said I was wrong. I should have called my grandmother. The less I hit grandma, the sadder I feel. I made a complete mistake. I cried that day. I shouldn't stop calling my grandmother. That night, I called my grandmother again and she cried as usual. I showed my real tears at that time, but I held back and didn't want to cry in front of her. I am a man.
At first, we wanted to bring grandma to Shenzhen, but for some reasons, grandma couldn't come. I was the first person who strongly wanted to bring grandma. Although I can't come, we can still communicate on the phone. Now my grandma is also very concerned about me! I miss her too. Yesterday, suddenly my mother told me that grandma might come to Shenzhen next year. I was so happy at that time! I really want to wait until next year.
Grandma, I miss you so much. How are you now? How's life? Are you full for three meals a day? I have a lot to say to you. I can't finish it, grandma. Don't worry! After the summer vacation, I will go to see you!
I have seen the tear-jerking masterpiece "Walking on Thin Ice", which is regarded as a masterpiece of romance for ten years, and I have seen "Dream Back to the Qing Dynasty", which is regarded as the originator of travel novels. I have seen your portrait, and I can laugh even when I stare at it on the screen. I have read your "Awakening the World with Great Righteousness", your bright red Zhu Pi, and the paper with your heroic heart written on it.
A person, desperately looking for everything related to you. A person loves a person who can be said to be non-existent. A person desperately wants to go to Beijing just because you have lived in that distant city. Yin Zhen, it's the end of the year again. How are you?
I don't understand. I really don't understand. Isn't history a chapter written by winners? Why? As the winner of that war, you didn't get the due evaluation?
I don't understand. I really don't understand. Why do those literati cling to the so-called "truth"?
I don't understand. I really don't understand. Your good son, known as "Emperor Qianlong", takes his emperor Mafa as an example and praises his emperor Mafa everywhere. Where did you put you?
I don't understand. I really don't understand. How can you be so partial to your good aunt named "De Fei"? Fourteen is his son, isn't it? Did she forget? Her virtue is because she gave birth to you. "Germany" Is she really worthy of the word "de"? "The male and female servants have a son, so they are afraid of difficulties." Haha, what did she take you for?
I don't understand. I really don't understand. How can your fourteenth brother, General Wang, be so shameless? How could I?
I don't understand. I really don't understand. Then why didn't you appear in Anti-flu Shi Sheng? Who gives the most without you? It's more difficult to stay in a business than to start a business, isn't it?
I don't understand. I really don't understand why. It's been almost 300 years. I don't understand. I really don't understand. Why are those historians always interested in whether you acceded to the throne legally, whether your death was normal, and whether you died of fornication?
They say the past is like smoke. It is impossible to go back in time. Looking at the manuscript you left behind, tears are about to fall. You really exist. Forty-five years, the prince reigned for thirteen years. From the time you learned the rules of royal life, you walked on thin ice, dreamed of prosperity, and eventually became a grave. Illness, separation of love, resentment for a long time, I can't let go.
How do the eight hardships of life keep you awake at night? At the foot of Tailing Mountain, you can finally have a good sleep, but you don't feel any comfort, a lot of relief and a lot of joy in the sun. It's just that this life has gone away like smoke. ...
Yin Zhen, I'm not afraid of going to hell. What I'm afraid of is that I can't be with you even in hell ...
Yin Zhen, I'm not afraid of death. What I'm afraid of is that I won't see you after I die. ...
Yin Zhen, there are always some people in this world who can make me die for him. But I only want to live for you in this world, even if it is difficult. ...
Until old age, until death ...
My whole life will be exchanged by Yin and Yang in an instant. ...
If something stays with you for a long time, it must touch a sentimental soul, be moved or sad. If you are alone, your heart is always lingering, you can't help blinking, and it still hurts. That person must be your favorite person. Now the person I love is gone.
Born beautiful, she is sensitive and affectionate, shy and gentle. Eyebrow, quiet deep pool, full of smart green light, watery and tender, like crystal dew on a new bud, a gentle feeling. It's not a cherry's mouth, but a cheek with spades, with a sweet smile and an unspeakable impulse. The whole portrait is like a big freehand brushwork, full of simplicity and impenetrability. Love is natural and fills my heart.
When I first pursued happiness, she was at a loss and didn't know how to refuse. I looked up and stared, my dark face flushed and my mouth trembled. I didn't know what words were brewing. No, a slight trembling voice trembled from a deep throat. Suddenly, I was speechless. I feel as false as a comedy. I want to cry without tears and have mixed feelings. Looking up, her eyes are like a fish swimming against the current, desperately breaking the shackles, but being dragged by her own body, revealing a certain sad look, which seems to be not her. Concentrate. Maybe you shouldn't start.
Through a window, you can see a lot of love, so you gradually get used to lying on the windowsill watching the scenery. After that, love does not increase or decrease. As always, my heart is full of beautiful dreams. Sitting at the first table, in my corner, I look at her from time to time, always looking cheerful and beautiful. Every time I want to pursue it again, reason beats me. Staring silently, my eyes are hazy.
A broken cup got rid of its own existence painlessly. When it stayed, it cut me severely, causing extreme pain and disappointment. I tried my best to protect my inner direction, but the place I missed so much disappeared in this season. Maybe I will never find anyone's direction again in my life. After all, no one else broke the cup.
Cunning time slipped away, but my love never changed. Now, for me, it's enough to stick to it and miss it again.
Missing composition 5 Missing is a kind of worry; Missing is a kind of concern; Missing is a rolling mountain; As if nothing had happened, missing is a cloud; Missing is the warm sun that warms you and me; Missing is a clear spring, refreshing; Missing is a high-pitched song, which is magnificent when it is high-pitched and passionate, and light and powerful when it is sung like running water in the mountains.
On a moonlit night, I just looked at the round moon and couldn't help thinking of my sister who was far away from home.
My sister studied in London for two years, and once we had a video chat on WeChat. I stared at my big round eyes, and my mouth was as big as my face. I asked, sister, when will you come back? My sister said: half a year. However, this is not the answer I want. I hope my sister can come back today. I tried to suppress my emotions, and my eyes were full of tears. I know my sister is homesick, more than I am. I was afraid that my sister loved England and would not come back, so I couldn't help crying, but I didn't cry. My sister seems to have read my mind and said to me, Don't worry, I'd rather love a handful of soil in my hometown than two thousand gold in other places. My heart was shaking, but it soon calmed down. I don't want to worry my mother and sister. I took a deep breath in the room and a voice echoed in my ear. However, that is: half a year, half a year, half a year. Glittering tears flowed out involuntarily again, but I didn't cry aloud. I told myself that although my sister and I are far away, our feelings will never change.
China has a history of 5,000 years, and the concern between people has also been 5,000 years; How deep human feelings are, how deep you miss them. Every life is inseparable from the scope of missing, and every touch is inseparable from the voice of concern.
A yellowed photo shows an old woman with a wrinkled face, but her kind face makes her my favorite person, my grandmother.
Grandma died a long time ago, and we didn't spend much time together. And grandma's house is far from mine, so I can't always care about her and take care of her. However, although I don't spend much time with her, her kindness and endless love for me make me unforgettable.
When grandma was still alive, every year during the Spring Festival, my father would drive my brother and me to Miaoli to find her. She always cooks a table of hot dishes for us. Her cooking is delicious, delicious, and always makes me want to eat it again. Grandma also told me all kinds of interesting stories about my father when he was a child. I am very happy to hear that, and sometimes I laugh until my stomach hurts! Grandma is very much looking forward to our excellent grades. She told us some reading methods and philosophy of life, and reminded us from time to time, hoping that we would not only get excellent grades, but also have good personalities. My grandmother, my mentor.
Although grandma has passed away, I remember her kindness to me. Whenever I see this old photo, I always think of the little things we get along with, and sometimes I cry. Even if the tears run dry, I won't stop thinking about my grandmother. A photo of grandma, full of joy and tears.