--xx teacher
You are the hard-working gardener, you give us all the good memories, let me stay in my heart forever. You are like a tall tree, no matter the wind and rain you always protect us with your beautiful wings. Whenever we encounter difficulties, you always give us help, whenever we are troubled, you always comfort us, whenever we are happy, you are always happy for us. In class, your humor attracted us and made us like the language, and after class, you spent time with us as friends and laughed happily together. These wonderful memories make our life wonderful, happy and vibrant.
The memories are so beautiful and splendid. Whenever I think of the time when you used to give us language lessons, how interesting it was again. At that time, our language scores were very good, was the first in the ordinary class, of course, these are inseparable from your patient counseling and our active learning language performance. That time, your smile was so bright and beautiful.
Although you don't teach us now, we still try to learn the language. We understand you, thank you for the nurturing you once gave us, teacher, we know that your biggest dream will soon be realized, we bless you, can realize the dream . We understand and don't need your worry, two years of relationship has made us learn to understand, we will try our best to learn the language, two years of good, let us stay in our hearts forever, never forget, we bless you, support you, hope you can always be happy.
--xx teacher
The spring silkworms to death, wax torch into gray tears begin to dry. You are a responsible English teacher, although you are usually very strict with us, but your excellent quality so that we will always like you, we you are for our own good, but at that time our haziness makes you often we worry. You smile like a blooming flower, so gentle, lovely. You always quietly for us to pay, patient counseling us. You are always on the lookout for a good deal more than you think you should be.
Teacher, thank you for your silent effort for us, these have become memories. I thought you would come back in the third year, but you taught other classes, we will not blame you, because you are the flower of our hearts. The first thing I want to say is that I don't know what to do with you, and I don't know what to do with you.
You only taught us for half a year, but your teaching, you change the homework for us to change until late, so we will never forget, we are very happy to meet you are our teacher, unfortunately this period of time is so short. We wish you to be happy every day and get more support and love from your students. Maybe in the past six months, we do not know how to cherish, lost your time is so miss you, miss you.
--Comprehensive
Memories are so beautiful, but also so easy to wither. We left you with reluctance, with tears, real life is so cruel, left but can not return to the past. Teachers, thank you, I believe that this memory will always remain in our hearts, I believe that our tomorrow will be better, I believe that our life will be more wonderful.
Let the good memories stay in our hearts forever, but hope that our lives become more colorful
2. Spring goes to autumn, autumn goes back to spring. Time flies like an arrow, years like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, I have grown up and am no longer as ignorant as I was in my childhood. In this silent night, I pondered, Mu Ran look back, there are many, many beautiful memories, as warm as a warm current, warming my heart.
In middle school, I have lived for two years. But I can never forget my elementary school campus. He left me many memories. Entering the door of the elementary school, you see a flower bed, there is a large stone in the center of the flower bed, on which the name of the school is carved in strong italics. On both sides of the flower bed there is a long flower fence. In spring, the flowers in the flower fence open competitively, attracting butterflies dancing. On the right side of the flower fence is the math building, the building **** six floors, we usually spend time here. On the left side of the flower fence is called "smell incense building". The building has three floors, the first floor cafeteria, the second floor library, the third floor electronic reading room. At noon. Many students will come here: the smell of food, books, knowledge! Next to the Smell Building is the gymnasium and stadium. The popularity of this place is not small, male students in the stadium to play basketball, soccer, girls are in the pavilion jumping rope playing badminton 。。。。。。。
In one corner of the campus is the garden. The garden has three parts. The outer part is a garland of flowers. Inside is the "Pure Heart Bridge". The bridge is a circle and there is a pond in the garden. The bridge is divided into two sections, one of which is planted with wisteria. It has purple flowers in summer and its branches cover the top of the bridge. Students who like quietness watch fish and rest here. In summer, you can see lotus flowers! Another section of the side walls on both sides are hung with portraits of famous people.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, there was no such thing as imagination, not the tranquility after the storm, the shyness before the flowers bloom. As usual, the speech of the examination paper, eat graduation meal. Graduation ceremony is just a walk in the park, nothing interesting. In this way, the graduation ceremony is over, I am no longer an elementary school student. When I look around the campus, I feel a great deal of nostalgia. The original beautiful garden, the warmth of the camphor, the "majestic" teaching building, has become a memory.
Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of me. "Hurry up! Pass the ball." "Good ball." "Next time the goalkeeper to be hard" ...... I seem to have returned to the elementary school era, and students let go to play, laughter, students talk to each other sound, the teacher's teaching sound has become a memory.
I remembered Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao" "gently I left, waved his sleeve, do not take away a cloud." I was in elementary school and took away what. Only that yearning for childhood.
"Dingdang, dingdang ......." The sound of the bell brought me back to reality. Memories of the past, look at the present, although only a short two years, I have changed greatly ......
I raised the pen, wrote down five words on the paper "good memories" ......
3. The past time no longer exists, but the most left to me, is the memory of time. I have fantasized about turning back the clock, but I can't do it after all, so, in my heart, the past life left me only good memories ......
I recall the spring, the season of birds and flowers. We let out a song and walked on the field path. Spring trips are most attractive to children, yet frying and cooking and running and playing are even more enjoyable. We sat under a tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue, under the blue sky, the tree branches have sprouted shoots, I seem to see it is growing strong, bathed in the spring sunshine. That shoots, is not it vibrant us?
I recall the summer, full of new green season. In that small garden belonging to me, there are countless small flowers and grasses growing. The grass is green and shiny, and the flowers are more colorful! Scattered flowers scattered in the small garden, they are not as delicate as peonies, nor the fragrance of jasmine, but they are still as touching, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flying, close, closer! Oh, it's a bee, very, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, accompanying the bee and settling down everywhere. Isn't that bee, our hardworking gardener?
I recall the fall, with the harvest season. The fields, look, full of gold, with the wind constantly undulating, like a wave of tumbling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, calling people mouth-watering. Bite a mouthful, the flow of fragrance overflowing, calling people can not forget for a long time. On campus, we chattered incessantly, a summer vacation without seeing each other, can not help but miss each other. Summer vacation, we learned a lot of things, that knowledge, is not exactly our harvest?
I recall the winter, the season of warmth. Although the leaves have fallen out, but also occasionally visible birds singing in the trees; grass has been yellow, but it will grow again next year; New Year's Day, although the cold wind is still harsh, but that a New Year's card is full of warmth everywhere. It sends a friendship of students, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long warmth?
I recall the past, more yearning for the future of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, full of new green, destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
4. In the long river of my memory, there was once a wonderful
, so that I can never forget. It is this wonderful memory, in my long and dark journey of life, for me to light a lamp, so that my life from now on become shiny and light.
I remember that it was when I was just in first grade, when I walked into the classroom. The teacher then took my hand and said to me: ''From today onwards, you are a XX grade student, so you must study hard oh.'' Hearing the teacher's words, I made up my mind: I must study hard in the future.
One day, the teacher called me into the office and told me that the school held a recitation contest. Asked me if I wanted to participate, listening to the words of the teacher, I was very happy. The teacher gave me a manuscript and asked me to use it to participate in the competition. Since I took the competition very seriously, I took the manuscript out and read it whenever I had time on weekdays. Despite how hard I tried, I didn't get a place on the day of the competition because I was just too nervous that day. After the competition, I cried. Because I was so useless, I didn't know if my teacher and classmates would scold me. I came to school with a heavy heart and walked into the office. Gently pushing the door open, ''Did you get a place?'' ''No.'' I was trying to control my emotions, but when I heard the teacher ask this, I couldn't control myself anymore. I jumped into my teacher's arms and bawled my eyes out. When my teacher saw me like this, she said to me, ''Do you know what's the most terrible thing in the world?'' ''I don't know.'' ''It's not being able to be brave when facing difficulties, because cowardice and timidity are the most terrible things in the world. Only by being brave can you overcome everything.'' I came to a realization, wiped away my tears, smiled and said to my teacher, ''I understand.'' When the teacher saw that I understood that bravery can overcome everything, a smile appeared on her face, a smile that was so kind and amiable ------
It was this memory that brought me enlightenment, so it was wonderful. I will always remember it and keep it in my heart.
5. The spring rain drifted up, the sound of rain faintly with thunder, the long sound of rain brought me back to the small village of the tile house - my home. I searched for the little girl who rode on the back of a cow; I searched for my grandfather who led the cow; I searched for the schoolboy who carried his backpack home from school; I searched for the young girl who chased after the butterflies and the red dragonflies. 。。。。。。 I picked up a plant at the reef of memories to return to the billion grass Chapter 1
"Wow" "Do not, the injection hurts," I cried, while waving my little hand to my mother, to show my exuberance and dissatisfaction, my mother was obviously helpless to me. At that moment, my grandfather, who had a serious look on his face, gently patted my head with his big, thick hand and said gently, "Be good, baby, and I'll buy you some candy later." I was touched by my grandfather's warmth． I took the shot. Recalling the moment of love, I still feel so happy 。。。。。。
Chapter 2: "Grandfather, the cow's back is so wide!"" I sat on the back of the cow for a while touching that, a while pulling the fold, playing a lot of fun． Grandfather turned his head and said to me with a gentle smile, "Baby, sit firmly, don't fall." Hot summer, because of the granddaughter's unreasonable demands, and holding the cattle walking in the field on the road grandfather. At this moment, looking at his back, but inexplicably have tears. Recall the moment of love, my eyes are actually also moist 。。。。。。
Chapter 3
"Hoeing day is noon, sweat drops and under the soil" tender children's voices from this school hall vaguely out． At this time, I have been an elementary school student． Every day when I went home, I was the fastest runner, and when I passed by the familiar intersection, there would be a figure waiting for me for a long time. Grandpa," I jumped into his arms with joy." Baby, are you thirsty? Are you hungry?" I pouted and rebelled, "I'm not a baby, I have a name!" But my grandfather still kept calling me "baby" every day. Maybe I would always be the same "baby" in his heart. Recalling the moments of love, I y felt my grandfather's love 。。。。。。 The second year of the fourth chapter grandfather died no longer called "baby". Every time, I would run to the back of the hill, step on the red azaleas, and go after the beautiful butterflies and red dragonflies． The breeze caressing my cheeks, softly, gently, like my grandfather's hand, has brought up too many memories of my past, such as the silk of sadness. The heart has been broken, tears flowed. Recalling the moment of love, I realized that there were too many love that I had not cherished. The next year, my grandfather passed away and was no longer called "baby". Every time, I would run to the back of the hill, step on the red azaleas, and chase after the beautiful butterflies and red dragonflies. The breeze caressing my cheeks, softly, gently, like my grandfather's hand, has brought up too many memories of my past, such as the silk of sadness. The heart has been broken, tears flowed. Recall the moment of love, I realized that there are too many I have not cherished love 。。。。。。 The spring rain drifted up again, I through the fine rain with the memory of weighing up a lonely umbrella, walking alone in the rain, reading read and read not understand the life, looking for a clear and hazy happiness.
6. The age of the footsteps in a non-stop walking, fleeting. In the blink of an eye, I have spent more than a dozen spring, summer, fall and winter, but the memories of each season are unique, distinctive and eternal.
The spring I remember is flying kites in the fields. Running on the soft and loose land, one hand holding the spool, one hand holding the kite, but also and small friends than who put the highest. I was so happy to see my kite flying high in the sky! I cheered and jumped. Large and small kites in the spring blue sky and sunshine under the background of more colorful and gorgeous.
Summer, I remember the summer is swimming in the sea. That summer vacation, I came to the beach. Although it is swimming, it is only holding a life preserver to go to the sea to play. It was so comfortable to be in the sun and soaked in sea water! A wave hit me, I was pushed to the shore by the waves, and then play on the beach on the shore of the sand, do sand castles ......
Autumn, I remember the autumn is to collect leaves among the trees. The autumn wind blew, the leaves fell, so the ground was covered with a layer of golden carpet, thick and soft. Those leaves have been yellowed, their veins are vaguely visible, some straight, some curved, some thick, some thin ...... themselves also realized that human life is also so.
Winter, I remember the winter is in the snow and small partners in a snowball fight, pile snowman. We patiently piled up a white, chubby, lively snowman, looks lovely! Suddenly, a snowball smashed over, I do not know who just piled up a good snowman broken, so, a "battle" began - time, screams, laughter intertwined into a piece of shuttle snowballs, chasing the figure, constituting a picture of the "play in the snow". The snowballs and the chasing figures formed a picture of "playing in the snow". The weather is very cold, but we are very hot ......
The years of footsteps in the non-stop walking, fleeting, my childhood memories ah, is so beautiful! ~ It is like a boat carrying my dreams, traveling in the years. At this time, Bing Xin that "childhood! is a dream in the true, is true in the dream, is the memory of the tearful smile." Has been echoing in my ears ......