Some parting is foreseeable, a book can be read one day, but some can't, such as a person's old age, illness and death.
The Chinese teacher suddenly took a long vacation, which was really sudden. Apparently, the parents were called to analyze the mid-term exam the afternoon before. The next morning, we were told that the teacher had asked for leave.
The blind man touches the elephant, and the one-eyed man is king. The tension in the previous senior three in the class immediately dissipated. I, unknown so, have been infected. Although I didn't make too much noise, I relaxed bit by bit and wanted to relax. We didn't know how long she had been invited at that time. We thought it would only be two days at most.
Until I met my teacher, in the hospital. She was lying weakly in the hospital bed, her eyes could hardly be opened, and her speech was intermittent, which was far from what she looked like before she got sick.
Even so, she kept telling me that I can't relax, and the third grade is very important. I solemnly agreed, feeling silently guilty.
Later, the physics teacher also took a long vacation.
These two sudden departures made me grow up suddenly.
I see, there are too many uncertainties in a person's life, and not all uncertainties will develop according to the imagined situation. My mother used to whisper in my ear, "son, you must pay attention to your eyes and don't dawdle." I'm always bored. Now, listen to this sentence again, it seems to make some sense.
In class, the teacher repeatedly stressed that I don't bow my head and turn my pen. My eyes must be fixed on the blackboard. After class, I also began to work hard secretly. Just because, every time I think of the words of the Chinese teacher before leaving, I will have a regret of wasting time.
I also learned to cherish the people in front of me. The sudden illness of teachers frightened me. What should my parents and relatives do if they suddenly get sick one day? Finally, my conclusion is: when they are healthy, try to be kind to them, and don't wait until they are sick to regret losing their temper with them.
Every day, after my mother cooks the food, I will praise it. Dad rode me to school in the cold wind and told him to go back slowly when I got off the bus.
Mom said that she felt a little surprised that I seemed to work harder than the teacher at school recently.
I don't answer. An old frontiersman loses his horse—a blessing in disguise. It is because of the temporary separation from the teacher in the third grade that I will grow up!
Every day there is parting and every day there is growth.
Growing up, parting composition 2 a pair of small eyes, a small mouth, short black hair ... whenever, his innocent face is always filled with a cheerful smile. All this forced me into the depths of my memory.
Hazy, he is a member of our class, lively and lovely, innocent and lively, and he is a real "clown". Play a joke on this classmate, pick up leaves with that classmate, or talk to yourself.
I remember once, when everyone was in physical education class, he had the cheek to look for girls. "La la la, Ben' Monkey King' has appeared, so don't salute!" He jumped in front of them and shouted, then ran away amid their abuse. The girl hurried behind him. Unfortunately, during the pursuit, a girl suddenly tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, frowning. As soon as he saw it, he ran over and squatted down. His smiling eyes dimmed at the moment, frowning and asked, "What's the matter? Won't it really hurt? " But the girl didn't speak, but began to sob slightly. He was anxious and worried, and didn't know what to do.
The last time we met was during the summer vacation. I saw him in the street that day and said hello, ready to go their separate ways. Suddenly, he broke free from his mother's hand and ran back towards me. Hold my hand, look at me seriously and say, "We may not meet often, don't miss me!" " "I have a face of startled, don't understand what he means. Could it be just a joke? No, no, he won't be that serious, so why? I was puzzled. I looked in his direction. He had already left.
After the summer vacation, I came to the classroom, but I never saw the familiar figure again. There is a sadness in my heart that I can't forget for a long time. In fact, life is time and time again. Only by letting go of the past and not dwelling on it can we embrace the future.
In the warm early summer, cicadas are singing in waves; In the lively afternoon, the students are running in circles; After a pleasant class, everyone plays in groups. He ran like a gust of wind, and his face was full of smiles. Just, will he think of me at some point?
Sometimes, the more you understand the profound truth, the more you pay.
20xx is a rather gloomy year for me.
It was a hot summer day. The noisy cicada kept chirping in the hot sun, while the cricket sang all day. They seem to have nothing to do with sadness.
But on the first day of dog days, my 80-year-old grandfather drove a crane to the west.
My grandfather had a rough life, and his youth was spent in national chaos and war. He changed from a rich man who enjoyed half the shops in the city to a pillar of his family who worked hard but barely made ends meet. Even so, his sureness and diligence in work and life have always been trusted and respected, but an accident at the age of 70 made him unable to move every day and eat by himself for more than ten years. This may be a relief.
Later, I received a letter from my grandmother who was in a trance. At the end of the winter vacation that year, when I said goodbye to my grandfather, my grandfather, who had no expression in his memory, cried.
Grandpa died on the first day of the dog days. Grandpa once said to me with red eyes, "Do you know that people who die on the first day of dog days will become Buddhas?" I was busy wiping my grandpa's tears, but my eyes were wet. I never believe in ghosts and gods, but when my relatives are away, I really long for ghosts and gods!
On the day of the funeral, the cries of relatives drowned all the singing insects.
The summer vacation has passed, and time has just stopped the bleeding of the scar on my heart, and another knife has opened the scar, which is heavier and more painful.
Grandma, the grandmother who kept in front of the door all day as soon as she heard that we were coming back, has gone to find grandpa.
Hearing the news, I was like a bolt from the blue. I was talking about the improvement of my cold in front of my mobile phone the other day. Why is there a gap between heaven and man now?
Grandpa choked up. On the morning of grandma's death, he said to his aunt, "Look at the date, pack a flat food for your brother (jiaozi), and then call Fang Yi and Wang Yu to remind them to eat."
I seem to understand that what the old man is most worried about in this life is not himself, but the innocent you in his heart.
Growing up, leaving composition 4 A person needs to leave to grow up. Every time he leaves, he will grow up a little, making it easier to face the disappointments in life.
/kloc-experienced a parting at the age of 0. My father was taken away by the police uncle for doing something wrong. I was young and ignorant at that time, thinking that my father was playing games, and I didn't realize the sadness of parting, nor did I think of the farewell of 1 1 year. Only I know that I learned to be strong by appreciating the loneliness of others calling me "Dad".
In order to let me live a better life, my mother went out to work and entrusted my young age to my grandmother. She can only come back to see me twice a year. Every time we say goodbye with tears, grandma comforts me: "Never mind, she will come back to see you again." "Then why didn't mom laugh and cry? Is it because dad doesn't want to see me? " Grandma said kindly, "Of course not. What parents in the world don't want to be with their children? " You think too much. "Since then, I will count every day when my mother comes back. I didn't expect a bigger parting to wait for me.
By the time I was 4 years old, my mother finally gave up this "home" that I cherished very much because she couldn't stand the hardships and suffering of life. This parting has brought me great pain. Since then, I have become a child without parental protection, struggling to meet the test of life. I know I've grown up a lot.
Many years have passed, and I 12 years old. I grew up without a mother. I don't know the warmth and greatness of maternal love now, and I forget my mother's kind face. "Mother", the person I once attached to and relied on, has been gradually erased from my memory. I no longer look forward to fatherly love and maternal love as I did when I was a child, and I don't feel the pain of not having parents to care for me. Because I am used to this loneliness in parting, I bravely face up to my growth, although the road to growth is full of unknowns. I know I've grown up.
Sweet, sour, bitter, salty and colorful life, but I know that parting is also an indispensable pigment in life, and growth requires parting. "When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you." I firmly believe this sentence. Although I didn't grow up in a greenhouse cared for by my parents, the flying dandelion will definitely find its own world. ...
To tell the truth, parting is really a very painful and crazy thing. I have experienced many farewells: the kindest grandfather left me when I was 3 years old; When I was 6 years old, I sent my other sister to New Zealand. When I was 9 years old, I said goodbye to another sister who loved me the most.
She went to a place called heaven. I hope it is beautiful and suitable for her. She has a pair of big watery eyes, a tall figure and a faint smile on her white face, which makes people feel trustworthy at first glance.
Sister, she is not only beautiful and gentle, but also cares about me, likes me and loves me. I remember very clearly that just three weeks before his death, I had a high fever at 39℃, which drove her crazy. She searched all the cupboards and finally found some pills and forced me to take them. But the high fever did not go away, but rose to 39. At 2℃, she hurriedly put on my coat, but only wore a coat and carried me to the hospital with her thin body. Finally arrived at the hospital. After an intravenous drip, the fever dropped a lot, but she was exhausted and almost fainted! To my surprise, two weeks later, she died of cardiac arrest.
And what I regret most is not holding her cold hand and saying take care.
It's really a rare gathering in life, but I'm as tired as spring when I'm away!
In any case, you can't refuse to grow, you must grow. We were in such a hurry that we took a few glances and then said goodbye. I hurried that day and looked back like yesterday. I hope it's an illusion, but everything is in front of me. Come on, that day ...
One day, hey, what are you all doing? People in the KTV shopping group are chatting cheerfully, and school will start tomorrow. I don't want to go to school. I don't know who came out of nowhere. Even though I am holding the warm baby in front of the computer, I still feel the temperature plummet. Yes, school starts tomorrow!
The next day, I rode an electric car to school, and everyone was chatting enthusiastically, as if to make up for the missed holiday, and as if to cover up something with this active atmosphere. ...
All teachers and students please gather in front of the teaching building. I was stunned. All teachers and students please gather in front of the teaching building and remind the instructor's voice through the broadcast again. I have been notified three times before, but today I am missing 1 time. Maybe he forgot something.
Soon, the students and teachers have arrived in front of the teaching building, and the two hosts are still talking about the opening remarks of the soil. Students, a holiday has passed, and everyone is going to enter a new semester. Next, we will assign you new groups according to the test results before the holiday and at the end of the second day, so that teachers can read their names! It turned out that the host had finished speaking, and President Wang's loud voice echoed in every corner of the playground ... I heard Teacher Yang of Class 6 read her name, and she silently walked to Class 6. She passed, and I envy and bless her, hoping that she will get better grades in that class. She's gone, it should be Yaxin as the monitor! In the process of my recovery, I seem to have vaguely heard something. It was Miss Yang who read the name on the stage, but all the students in the class looked at me, and I seemed to understand something. It turns out that I was also ... Yaxin was among them when the teacher of Class 3 read the name. She went to Class 3 and got better grades than us. I secretly blessed her ... I can't remember what happened next, only remember. We talked about class time again, and then, and then we went home. It turned out that that day was a report. How can you say that school has started? The school started the day after that. ...
In different classes, we know that we can't think about it as mercilessly as before. So we want to be independent. It turns out that all good things have to end. ...
Growth is parting!
Growth, parting composition 7 pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, which means parting and growth.
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After today, we have been classmates for six years, and we are really separated.
The pomegranate tree planted in front of my house six years ago has been in bloom for six years. Every little petal is delicate, or slightly inclined, or half erect, or shy, or trembling with the wind. Calm and safe, simple and smart. The morning breeze brushed my cheek, and pomegranate flowers danced like a young girl in her prime. At the same time, I noticed a dewdrop rolling out of a flower, falling to the ground and into my heart.
In the amphitheatre, the huge projection screen tells the story of our six years, so the memory is fixed six years ago.
Six years ago, when the leaves of pomegranate trees turned dark green, I went to primary school. The next year, the close-ups of Mr. Yang and Mr. Ning, who guided us to line up, turned our attention to them. There are more and more wrinkles on Mr. Ning's face, and Mr. Yang seems to be more mature and confident. The following are our smiling faces in the second day of junior high school, our childlike innocence, and … just like pomegranate flowers, we are growing up.
There is a song called "Grateful Heart", the lyrics, not too many gorgeous language, but with heart. Now, it is this song that echoes in the amphitheatre. Familiar melody, in this atmosphere, has accumulated into sadness. I promised to be strong before, but I burst into tears. No sobs, no tears in our eyes, no songs in our mouths. Everyone just cried silently.
Memories of the past six years have been wet, submerged and sunk into the bottom of my heart by tears that burst its banks. We silently took out the old and thick classmates' records and filled them in silently ... The pale pomegranate flowers blooming on the paper were moistened and growing with tears.
Class is over, we broke up, and we laughed. I have cried, laughed and grown up. Actually, there is nothing to cry about. We have known each other for six years, and it's time to break up. ...
"Ha ha ....." I stroked pomegranate flowers with a wry smile. I really don't know if this is a painful tear or a happy tear. I said to myself, in fact, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. In order to enrich my junior high school life, I must be strong.
Growing up, parting composition 8 The wind blows the petals down, and the endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, attracting a few cold rains. At this time, the sky is no longer the bright sky when I was young, but has become wider. And I finally understand that life is a hymn, singing prosperity and loneliness, and growth is a process of giving up.
I thought you were a wrinkled page, hiding the agarwood of the years, without the glory of the past. Actually, it is not.
In my spare time on weekends, I went back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. Seeing her busy figure, a joy welled up in my heart. She was so excited that she quickly put down the spatula and called me to sit down. Give me a cup of tea in a crystal white porcelain bowl. In the fragrance of tea, I saw her vicissitudes. Her skin color is sallow, and the fine wrinkles are constantly extending, like a gully.
At this time, it is dusk, and it is not yet dark. The soft waves rippling in front of the stream are so quiet and euphemistic that the starting point ripples. After dinner, our grandparents and grandchildren each sat in a rocking chair, smelling the faint fragrance and tranquility and chatting about the past. I can't help feeling a little sad. I lowered my eyes and looked down. She covered me with a rough, dry but warm hand and said that people's life is always reunion and parting, so it is good to cherish each other. Her whole body is like frost and moonlight, her eyes are clear, and her brow is full of relief for mortals. ...
My eyes twinkled and calmed down again. Yes, don't complain, don't read, don't hurt, those old things will peel off and precipitate themselves, or a plaster on your shoe, or a breeze in your hand. Although I have graduated for a long time, I can't let go of the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow after all, but my fingers are too wide and the time is too thin. Our good old days are long gone and no longer exist. I still remember the breeze blowing that year, and I still remember the beginning of that year. My heart is the same. Your blue hair as light as ink is sad and beautiful.
However, separation and pain are both necessary processes of growth. Only by unloading luggage can we broaden our horizons and be free. Goodbye is self-evident, but now I have to say goodbye once. Take care.
Although I can't see your beautiful image, it's good that the dusty past embraces me. Although I don't know where you are, your well-being still comes from far away, which is not bad. The days are naive and thin, I only hope you will remember me in the silence of falling flowers; I just hope you can remember the years when you walked hand in hand in the lost Shan Ye grassland.
My tears also slipped from the accidentally opened title page, as if one of the few jasmine flowers in our youth was just a faint fragrance. Playing with the silhouette and lingering fragrance that landed at my feet, and I should set out and sail to the other side.
Growing up, parting composition 9 The soft light of the setting sun fills the windows, the turning pages reflect golden light, the window screen swings gently, the shadows sway, the hands of the clock tick one after another, and time seems to slow down. We are unwilling to follow in his footsteps.
We all know that we are going to graduate and leave. ...
An exquisite classmate record came into view, and I couldn't wait to open it and put on my own voice. Although the old class explicitly prohibits it, alumni records are still actively circulated in private. Who can hinder the friendship between our classmates? When I put pen to paper, my heart flowed out like a spring, like a butterfly flying out of a box, and a little smile touched my mouth, thinking of the cardamom years that passed away like water. No matter plain or true, all the words hidden in my heart are written, and what is revealed between the lines is the most sincere blessing.
Memories and enjoyment, parting is the beauty of true feelings.
A neat and beautiful piece of chalk came into view, and the bell rang slowly, starting the last math class. The teacher didn't say much He turned around and wrote a formula on the blackboard. The setting sun plated the gray hair with gold powder, leaving a faint halo on the teacher's chubby body. The rough hand held the chalk head and printed a picture. White powder is swaying, like flowers falling in spring and snowflakes falling all over the sky in winter, falling leisurely and falling on his shoulders. Teacher, would you please let me pat you? No, nobody wants to interrupt. The students are all staring at this scene. Those strict formulas are also warm and reasonable at this time. That was the last gift the teacher gave us. For a long time, the teacher turned around slowly, with a kind smile on his face and his eyes moving on each student's cheek. ...
Memories and enjoyment, parting is a kind of cherished beauty.
A large bouquet of flowers came into view, and the manual classroom was busy. Colored paper flies, scissors rise and fall, fingers flick, silk thread winds, and we automatically hold flowers. The fragrance in the air is dense, the buds are swaying on the branches, and they are warmly rolled, tied, tied and carefully wrapped around everyone. This is a gift for my favorite teacher, with layers of packages and a grateful heart. Smiles bloom on the face, flowers sway in the air, stuffed into the teacher's arms, and then hugged the teacher tightly. ...
Memories and enjoyment, parting is the beauty of gratitude.
May we have the grand mind of "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor", the calm elegance of "waving goodbye to the clouds in the western sky", and remember the melodious song of "the ancient road outside Changting". Please let us enjoy the beauty of true feelings, cherish the beauty and be grateful! Please let us enjoy parting!
The most enjoyable thing is to leave.
Growing up, parting composition 10 Where is this? Why am I here? Looking around, I see the sunshine here, birds and flowers. In this endless square, pedestrians are talking and laughing, and their faces are filled with happiness.
Suddenly, I saw a man. Isn't that a friend of mine in primary school? Why is she here? Although confused, I ran to her in the face of lightning speed. In the last issue, I asked her out of breath, "Xiao Lin, aren't you in a junior high school in Nanyang?" Why are you here now? "
Hardly had I finished when I saw the white ceiling. It turned out to be a dream.
When I was in the sixth grade, I had two friends. One of them has known me for less than three months and left. She is Xiao Lin. Although we have been apart for more than a year, I still remember the day when she left.
Put the clock back to that Monday morning.
That morning, as usual, I arrived at school early, but I didn't see Xiao Lin. She usually gets to school early. Maybe she got up late today? In the class, as the team leader, I have to correct the Chinese homework of the team members. Usually, she changed half and I changed half. Today, she didn't come, so I had to change it myself slowly.
By the end of raising the national flag, I still didn't see her. So, I'm going to ask Hou Yaru. She and Xiao Lin grew up together and have a very good relationship. She should know why Xiao Lin didn't come. So, I ran over and asked her, "Why didn't Kobayashi come? Is she sick? " "She went to Nanyang and is now studying in Nanyang."
After hearing this sentence, I didn't attend the class that day. I don't want to accept this "cruel" reality when I think that I don't have any contact information with her and I may never see her again.
In the evening, I lay in bed, and the grief accumulated in my heart for a day was finally released. Although I am sad, I have to accept it.
I seem to understand the meaning of "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs" in an instant. Yes, all good things must come to an end. When people grow up, they are always accompanied by parting, toys, friends ... and those who should leave will eventually leave.
Growth, a cup of coffee, bitter and sweet. It turned me from an ignorant child into a sensible teenager with parting. Now, I have grown up, but in my mind, I still have a beautiful memory that I never left.
From small to large, I left a composition 1 1 and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled my nasal cavity. People come and go in the corridor, and the noise of the children makes me very upset. I looked at the number of infusion bottles, rubbed my eyebrows, leaned back in the chair and lost in thought.
I used to hate hospitals It was a summer, and I was bored sitting at home watching TV. Suddenly, my mobile phone rang, but I heard my mother panting and saying, "your grandmother, she fell down the stairs and fainted." Come to the hospital now. " My heart just lifted and I ran to the hospital.
Before I got to the emergency room, I saw my mother pacing back and forth anxiously. When she saw me, she immediately ran over and took my hand, holding back her tears and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, it's okay, your grandmother will be fine." I patted her on the back to show comfort and sat at the door with her.
After a while, I saw my father coming in a hurry, and the thick sweat on his head was too late to wipe. My mother and I stood up, as if we saw a savior. Dad's face was heavy, so I held my mother in my arms and sobbed gently. I prayed again and again that the old people inside would be safe. However, contrary to expectations, she never came out again.
Hearing the news, I buried my head in my mother's arms and burst into tears. My father's trembling lips didn't say anything after all, but I felt that my father's hair seemed to turn white in an instant. I have been crying, and my eyes are red and swollen. It seems that I have no consciousness except crying. I only know that the man with a wrinkled face and a smile who likes to call me Xiao Ye gently has left.
I was carried home that day. In my sleep, I went back to the hut and saw the scene again: there was a rocking chair under a huge old tree, and grandma sat there, holding me in her arms, shaking her cattail leaf fan and telling stories. I heard her smile in my ear and said softly, "My little leaf, when will you grow up?" I really want to hug her and tell her that I have grown up and the leaves have grown up. ...
She added: "Little leaf who loves to cry, Grandma hopes that Xiao Ye can grow up, be sensible and take care of herself. Grandma can rest assured."
I woke up, touched the tears in my eyes and murmured, "Why are you crying again? Grandma will not be happy to see it ... "
Grandma, are you okay now?
A few years ago, my aunt gave me a lovely kitten, only two months old, a little male cat. His mother gave him an interesting name, called Supreme Treasure.
Soon, Supreme Bao and I became good friends. At that time, I just went to primary school, and the first thing I did when I came home from school every day was to play with Supreme Treasure. Usually when my family is busy, I take care of it, feed it with cat food and water, and often be its "shovel officer". It has added a lot of excitement and happiness to my life, and I have regarded it as a part of my family.
However, it was in June this year that the Supreme Treasure became very strange. He doesn't like eating or playing. He always lies alone under the dark sofa. My mother and I sent it to the pet hospital, and the doctor said it had severe renal failure.
I don't know what kind of disease renal failure is, but I looked very upset during the doctor's treatment of it. Every morning, my mother and I put it in a cage and send it to the pet hospital, where I will have an intravenous drip for a day and then take it home at night. At that time, the eyes of Supreme Treasure lost their former light and languished all day. Every time I see it like this, my heart is like falling into a deep ravine.
We take good care of it and never stop. In order to make it better, we have made great efforts, but who would have thought that these efforts only delayed it from leaving us.
On June 19, the doctor told me that the heart failure of Supreme Treasure was beyond treatment. I watched it die.
On the way back from the pet hospital, I held it as usual, but its small body had become stiff.
That night, we buried it under two hugging trees as if we were still hugging each other. I put a picture I drew beside it so that I could accompany it.
On the way back, it rained heavily. Listening to the sound of thunder and rain, I feel even more sad, but I remember what my mother told me: when we grow up, life will always face some parting.
My little pet and friends have been with me for more than four years. During his illness, I took good care of him and understood his responsibilities and responsibilities. I have no regrets. The happy time it brought me will be treasured in my memory forever. Although there will always be something in life that leaves us, we still have to face it optimistically and bravely.