In the ordinary daily life, we must have come into contact with the essay, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. The first thing you need to know is how to write an essay. The following is my compilation of thoughts as the topic of composition, only for reference, welcome to read. Only thoughts, like water sweet and bitter.
-- Star Love
The hometown curls of smoke rising, as the mother's hand waving, calling us home. A table of dishes, although it is not called a delicacy, but also have some flavor, talking and laughing, sunrise and sunset, the mother accompanied by the day is not beautiful, but also sweet, because there is always accompanied by affection, those fatigue and worry all of a sudden disappeared.
The sound of the street cars, as invasive as the ears of the needle, make us sting. A table of delicacies, can be described as a mountain of flavor, but not as tasty as the mother's hometown, this is why? Sitting in the office, typing, correcting documents, easy and comfortable, but not the joy of planting, this is why? Everything is because you are far away from home, no relatives, no family, no companion, everything is bitter.
The traveler who is far away from home, in the sunny days, misses his mother's smile, which is as bright as the sunshine; in the cloudy days, misses his mother's wrinkles; the wrinkles that have experienced the touch of the years; in the goose feather snowy days, misses his mother's calloused hands, which weaves a piece of warm cotton coat of the dexterity of the hand ... ...
Successful, sitting in a small car into the hometown of the road, tears wet lapel, the hometown is still the same, except that the small trees into a big tree, the grass grows high, muddy road into a spacious concrete road ...... can not wait to step into the door, in front of the ushered in the old mother, she is still the same. The old mother, she is still so kind, but the years have mercilessly carved deep traces on her face and hair. The first thing you need to do is to get back to the city.
The mother is far away! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this. I still miss, miss ......
to miss as the topic of essay 2Without the supporting role, the protagonist can not show its beauty
-- inscription
Walking alone in the woods in the fall, the feet stepped on the thick fallen leaves, heart I feel particularly heavy. I looked up at the dim sunlight and the few leaves on the trees and felt no difference between myself and those leaves.
My studies are not the best in the class, and the teachers are only around the top students. After entering the ninth grade, gradually I was left far behind by the fast pace.
When I returned home in the evening, I stood alone on the balcony and looked at the sycamore tree in the yard, on which there were still the last few fallen leaves, withered and yellow, without a trace of life. Perhaps in the near future a gust of wind will blow them away from the main trunk, and eventually turn into dirt. "What's on your mind," my father asked. "Dad, do you think it's the trunk or the leaves that are important?" "The trunk, of course," my father replied. I said nothing more, and my father asked nothing more.
The next day, walking alone again in the lifeless woods, I closed my eyes and felt the heartbeat of the fallen leaves. That selfish uncle in order to make his way through the winter to make a piece of fallen leaves into the soil.
If the leaves are the supporting role of the trunk, then I am not the supporting role of life. I'm not sure if I want to be eliminated by life, but I'm not sure if I want to be eliminated by life.
Suddenly there came a sentence behind me, "Do you think the woods are beautiful now or in the summer?" "Of course the summer woods are beautiful," I answered. What do you think is missing from the woods now? I didn't say anything else, and my father said to me, "If you think the woods are beautiful in the summer, you think it's because of the green leaves, and now that they've been eliminated, it's because of what, you know?" I shook my head. My father added "Why don't you go see the difference between these fallen leaves and those of the pine trees?" I picked up a fallen leaf and walked over to the pine trees. The leaves of the pine tree had given up their magnificent appearance, leaving only a main vein behind" In a flash, I realized that if I didn't want to be eliminated by life, I had to learn to give up. I looked at my father, who nodded to me.
Now recalling this memory, I really want to thank that fall leaves in the fall, let me understand such a great philosophy in life.
The night has been very deep, Utah is sitting alone in front of the computer, open qq, quietly waiting for the icon can light up.
The night is silent, only the air conditioning whirring sound let me realize my existence. The air conditioner is set too low, there is a slight coolness, as I miss you, light, and feel obvious, want to turn off, but there is a little reluctance.
With you only talked a few times, perhaps not to say that you know, but you have a quiet thoughts. Faint, as if the morning mist of the distant mountains, such as the water and sky of the twilight; quiet, as if flowing through the rocks of the spring, such as the alarm of the mountains of the birds; gently, as if the mid-autumn diarrhea of the moon, such as the ripples of the West Lake.
This adventurous thinking is not blasphemy to you? I think not, but I am afraid that your fragile shoulders can not bear the weight: you are often sad, because you are sensitive to your father's love since childhood is not full, because you are sensitive to your husband's lack of understanding of you, and therefore you often drink by yourself, so that your shoulders as if the field of lotus leaves in general weak, lotus leaves is difficult to stand on the light sparrow. I can only turn my thoughts into a leisurely dragonfly, standing early on the tip of the only exposed, wishful thinking to embellish your green dream.
You solid love lotus, the Northern Song Dynasty Zhou Gong if the late birth of a thousand years, will not lament "Lotus love, the same with the person who is? I'm not sure if you're a good person or a good person. And I stepped in the hazy night, in Zhu Ziqing's lotus pond only padded a back and forth, more dare not hope to cross thousands of miles of mountains and water barriers, and you *** taste lotus incense. The people who know each other are also a kind of tacit understanding, and you and I are separated by thousands of miles, and what is the word tacit understanding?
And the good thing is that I also know and admire the Zhou Gong's high purity, the thoughts of you, as this lotus, the fragrance is far away from clear, pavilion net straight.
Another year of Qingming
Winter and spring, another year of Qingming. The sky is drizzling, and everything is shrouded in faint sadness. Looking at the continuous rain, I remembered this poem:
"The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls."
Today, I followed my mom and dad to the countryside to sweep the grave of my great-grandmother. I stood in front of my grandmother's grave, my heart welled up with infinite sadness. Grandma, you originally lived with us closely, enjoying the happiness of heaven and earth.
The grandmother, I and my father and mother came to see you. The first thing I did was to put a lighter on the yellow paper, and put a pot of flowers on the grave to send my condolences to the younger generation. But how can a piece of paper and a pot of flowers express our immense longing for you and our deep remembrance of you? Grandma, there are so many things I want to say to you right now! I had thought that when I grew up with the ability to take you on a plane to travel all over the motherland, and even to the world to see the countries, I also want you to live in the best villa, to receive the most advanced convalescence ...... But I'm not yet grown up, why did you leave without a word? Don't you appreciate all that your great-granddaughter has to offer you? It must not be so! The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the things that you have to do in order to get rid of them, and then you have to get rid of them.
Closing my eyes, I recalled my grandmother's kindness to me: when I was sick, you patiently accompanied me, for me to the raw medicine, crushed into pieces and mixed into honey; I was rewarded, you took me into your arms, wrinkled face smiled into a mulberry chrysanthemums; my homework encountered difficult problems, you can not be answered for me, but it gave me the confidence and courage to overcome the difficulties ...
This is the first time that I have seen a great granddaughter, and it is the first time that I have been able to see the great granddaughter of the great grandchildren of the great-grandchildren of the great grandchildren. ...
But now I can no longer see you, Grandma! My parents and I kneeled in front of your grave for a long time, let the firelight swaying, let the yellow flowers brilliant, let the rain fly ...... rain drenched the earth, drenched my hair. The rain is exactly the tears of my longing," he said!
Oh, it is another year of Qingming, too grandma, your great-granddaughter wishes you all the best in the other world.
When I was little, there was a clear stream on my grandmother's side of the house.
In the spring, the willows and jujube trees by the creek sprouted, green, reflecting in the clear creek, as if shaking hands with the pebbles under the water to say hello.
In the summer, my cousins and I gathered in the creek to touch snails, catch small fish, catch shrimp, play water fights, and make faces and shouts at the creek, which brought us endless fun, and we couldn't stop thinking about it.
In the fall, the dates are ripe, we take a bamboo pole, towards the dates a burst of beat, the dates one by one fluttering fluttering down the creek, some of us take a big mesh net to catch in the outlet, some with a small mesh net one by one, and then eat while laughing, happy.
In winter, the water freezes, but usually only a thin layer, we take the stone thrown towards the creek, only to see the thin ice "squeak" sound in pieces, watching the stone slowly sink to the bottom of the water. Not long after, a large piece of a large piece of us "blast" open, we ignore the cold wind, like in the open territory.
I don't know when it started, the creek became black and stinky, adults reminded us over and over again, we must not go to the creek to play in the water, must not go to the side of the creek to play, the creek side of the date must not go to pick up to eat, the village is sick more and more people, we are afraid of the creek can only be far away from the look at the creek, in the heart of the memories of the past good times.
The creek, the creek I miss, when you can return to the previous appearance, when we can rediscover the previous joy?
Five water **** governance, everyone is responsible. We act now to protect water resources, so that I miss the creek back to us one day earlier.
--Title Essay
Hey! Look at the field over there, how like an endless desert! Speaking of which I seem to have returned to 8 years ago, that wonderful childhood full of laughter. That silly, innocent, laughing, naive childhood. At that time we were carefree. Boys and girls also played together. Big brothers and big sisters and little brothers and little sisters all played together. We do a lot of fun things together.
I remember one time, we flew a kite competition together, every two people in a group, my sister and I a group, we than whose kite is the most beautiful, which group to fly the highest. At that time, my sister and I had the most beautiful kite, we flew the highest. But when our friends were looking at us with a hint of envy, suddenly our kite line broke. The beautiful butterfly kite flew far away in spite of everything, the kite was just like the grown-ups who flew far away with their own ideals, at this time we looked up to the sky and watched the bright dream route presented by the perfect combination of the sky and the kite. We shouted "Fly the dream, you and I go together."
Memories, memories, I recalled from the west to the east of the village.
In the east of our village, there are a few big slopes, which we used to regard as the peak of our dreams, and opposite to the peak of our dreams is a small slope, and its south and north sides are also small slopes. Below the peak of the dream there were many trees. We used this as our adventure camping. Such was our innocence as children.
Although this is just a cow's nest in my childhood, but in my memory is extraordinary clear, but we grew up, we have their own ideals have their own goals to strive for, we can no longer be as carefree as a child ...... we are like a kite waiting for the line to let go long time, we will be far away, although there are many moments worthy of our attachment, but it can only become our collector's edition of the memory ......
Every moment of childhood, like a memory card exists in the space of my thoughts as a memory, never erase.
to miss as the topic of essay 7Time passes quietly like this, even though I can feel her pace but there is nothing I can do, always think of you in such a season ...... no matter how repulsive I am, once the floodgates of memory open but let me helpless, in the Valley of the Shadow Moon I wandered alone, longing to find a trace of the I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Can't forget and can't forget each other's little by little, although less pathetic, but has been engraved in the heart, in front of the furnace of T I still jumped down, just for the original play, Azeroth continent and began a variety of festivals, looking at the petals sprinkled all over the ground, I not only remembered that we do together on Valentine's Day task, under the umbrella of the sun, you will be sprinkled with rose petals all over my body, so that I can bathe in the sea of flowers. Bathed in a sea of flowers, you light up a beam of light, so that I became the focus of attention, now, the big T has been cold and quiet, and I still insist on wandering, looking forward to your appearance.
Riding a war bear, I ran in Nagaland, on the shore of the small lake, I whimpered, pig, do you know I think you? Do you know that the night is a torture for me? Do you know that I've traveled all over Azeroth in anticipation of meeting you again?
Every time I think of you, I am a burst of heartache, flying up to ten thousand feet in the air to leap down, really hurt ah ...... look at their own souls, I want to let out a loud laugh, pig ah ...... if there is a next life, you are still willing to look forward to the reincarnation of the and I met and knew each other and fell in love with it? ......
My world has only black and white, that's because of you, only for you, can only be you ......
Thoughts of you, only under the eyebrow but on the heart.... ...I even though I can't write gorgeous words and phrases, but also can't cast our mutual story into words, as long as it involves you, my heart can't be calm, can't be quiet knocking down that line of words like clouds and flowing water ......
The dark night... ... you still so late to bed, you will still be wandering in Azeroth? ... I am not willing to leave for a long time, just to wait for you ...... you know what, the pig ......
I have been able to boil ginger sugar, carp soup can also be boiled The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
At night, I don't know why, but I can't sleep for a long time, my mind is messy, I think a lot of things. Suddenly, the brain flashed a tall and sturdy figure - hair like white snow, wearing a gray-brown coat, one hand on crutches, the other hand high up to greet me. Ah, isn't that Grandpa! And Grandpa together a scene again in front of my eyes -
"Come, Grandpa took your hand to play!" "The old K of hearts go up, the 8 of spades come down ......" Grandpa and I clustered in front of the computer desk, a big rough hand holding a tender little hand, one by one clicking the mouse, the study from time to time came the sound of laughter. That year, I was 6 years old.
"Look, a **** there are so many pears, if ...... then ......" in front of the writing desk, wearing glasses grandfather is smiling for me to patiently talk about the problem. "Oh, I understand!" I cheered, "Grandpa is so smart!" That year, I was 8 years old.
"Second brother, I'm coming ......" In the hospital room, the fourth grandfather held Grandpa's hand and choked. The always strong grandpa fell into tears, a silent tear flowing down the corner of his eyes. "Grandpa ......" I witnessed the true love of the world, but also moved, also cried into tears.
Age is not forgiving. Grandpa gently gone. Inside the morgue, Grandpa quietly lying, so peaceful. "Grandpa ah ......" my tears at one time out of the socket, can not say a word, that is the last time I saw Grandpa. That year, I was 9 years old.
The night is deep, quiet all around. Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze. In the haze, a person walked toward me, the figure so familiar. "Grandpa!" I almost shouted out, and when I opened my eyes, it was only a dream. I stared blankly into the pitch blackness, tears roiling down my face and soaking the pillowcase. I called out from the bottom of my heart, "Grandpa, where are you today? You are okay!"
Since I met you, my heart no longer belongs to me!
Whenever the night is quiet, the inner continuous light thoughts not oil and occupy the entire peace of mind! The idea of love, the flavor of love!
Every time I apologize to you, you will be sorry, you will be heartbroken, said: fool, as long as you are happy, no big deal, do not say sorry again, I will be heartbroken! Every time so touched by your heartache ...... foolishly or will continue to make the same mistakes, back to embrace more and more love touched!
Every time you feel upset, you will comfort: girl, don't think too much, even if the sky will really step down, not still have me on top? I'm sorry that you are sad I will be more heartbroken! The warmth you give invades the coldness of my heart!
Every time I feel lonely and helpless, you give the . Warmth illuminates every corner of my dark heart, the original world with you is so beautiful!
Every time I feel tired, your tenderness occupies my heart! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots! I'm in love with your paradise!
The thoughts of you do not need too many gorgeous words, without too many beautiful words to describe, it is the most beautiful song in my heart!
Tonight the stars are shining brightly, tonight the songs are rising, tonight the heart is surging, and I'm in love with you, in love with your gentleness, in love with your dominance, in love with your persistence, in love with your favor, and y in love with the taste of love!
When two people can play together, laugh and joke together, do not feel that this friendship is valuable.
But when two people are isolated for various reasons, there is such a miss. I, for one, have had such an experience. Meng Meng, is my mom's friend Uncle Li's daughter, a year younger than me, is my good friend. In the past, because of the lack of time, so always write to each other, but also send some small things, mom and uncle Li is our "letter carrier". On weekends, I often go to her house to play, her family also like me, Uncle Li is funny and funny, Mengmeng inherited many of his advantages. Her grandparents are great cooks, so eating at her house is a real treat! Her mom is a smart and quiet woman, she is a good mom. Who doesn't love Moe, witty, smart, funny, cute, good grades, and self-motivated and organized? It was the trip to Shaoxing that made me "cut off" contact with her. That day, I, Mengmeng, mom, grandparents and Uncle Li went to Shaoxing to play, I, Mengmeng and Uncle Li in a car, mom, grandparents sit in one. On the way, Mengmeng and I drew pictures, played cards...it was so much fun! Mom's car was in the front and we were in the back. An hour later, we arrived in Shaoxing. The hotel we stayed at was a quaint water town, and now, there was boating! Uncle Li said they were leaving in the afternoon, what a shame really! Haha, the key is here! "Wow, so big ah!" "A villa, with two floors! What a big bed!" What fun! Moe and I had a pillow fight on the second floor, but mom and Uncle Li were arguing down there! The more they argued, the fiercer they got, and we all froze!
Later, Uncle Lee angrily dragged Moe Moe away with him... From then on, we could only talk online instead of talking and laughing in pain... But we can play together again next week... Looking forward to it!
To thoughts as the topic of essay 11Thoughts are rain, sometimes drizzle, sometimes like a pouring basin, but always moisturize everyone's heart. The idea is sweet, such as honey, such as sugar, thoughts of the figure, thoughts of the past, is familiar, is happy. Thoughts are bitter, like medicine and tea, thoughts of anticipation, thoughts of blessings, is long, is endless.
"Hey, I do not know in the school boarding these days always feel strange, the heart of the cool," I stretched the waist to the roommate Xiaoru hugged. "Maybe it is too long away from home, right? Homesick?" Xiao Ru said seriously. "Homesick?" I muttered in my heart, but counting I've been away from home for some days, perhaps ...... "Hey, you're a letter from home," my roommate's shout interrupted my thoughts. I took the letter, carefully opened and read it.
"Daughter, how are the days in school? Mom and Dad miss you ......." Read half, feel the eyes wet, the heart violently stunned, recalled, at home, always feel so boring: every day to listen to parents constantly nagging; exams when the test is bad, but also to receive a reprimand. How good it is to board at school. Can play with friends every day, chatting, and do not have to listen to every day to hear the ears are almost calloused nagging. But now, I feel that my parents are not also out of concern for me? These nagging seems to become inseparable.
I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with my hands, and continued to look down, "Daughter, the recent study tension? In fact, Mom and Dad love you ...... "In fact, my parents really love me, although my parents are busy at work, and we seldom settle down to talk and play, but my parents are always concerned about me at all times, hanging on to me. Although mom and dad never use words to express their love and care for me, but my heart can still touch that strong affection.
I began to blame myself, why? Why? Why didn't I experience my mom and dad's love and care for me earlier? Why, I used to be so stubborn? I lay on the table and cried bitterly, clutching the letter in my hand, I spread a piece of paper and wrote: Mom and Dad, in fact, my daughter also loves you ......
to miss the topic of essay 12The love does not know what is starting, a deep and deep. Broken walls, shocking broken thoughts, ancient school garden, want to think of forever. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
The love, stranded on the beach of time, messy, pick up a distant thoughts, on the spring of the infinite, chewing a valves away from the love to forever. Touching the strings of acacia, watching you in the silent walk gulping long time line board and sorrow and happiness. Since ancient times, the glass is fragile, who is lost in the confusion of who and who?
After the parting paced in the depths of the spring lonely, pale traces of melancholy first encounter, envied the pear tree, I was embarrassed from the heavy beauty of the road to find a way back. Flower color, only the leaf ethereal, fallen mortal eagle articulated a leaf westbound, Sakya, release all the heavy shackles, open the wax sealing of love, point a leaf, drunk a leaf spring. The Buddha's voice was lost in the hustle and bustle of the era, can you still hold the robe, pile up the years as hemp, while I was in the grass years, to unveil your mysterious veil.
The clear wind and shadow leap, water glistening, trailing reed in the wind under the handful of completion of the exchange of love with the water, the dome of the sky photographed the shortness of their love, stop in the reed reed pale next reincarnation such as the water of the love will be repeated. Maybe it is a promise under the moon, after the white dew for frost will also meet forever.
Drunken flower tears, stay drunk with each other, in a daze to find the who's who. The sky is practicing, a Xiao like a remnant, is the red dust in who's favor. The eyes with a smile, and who is the nightmare. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I still believe that in heaven, the old man of the moon and Meng was a lover, after the red rope at the end of the attachment is broken, there is a bowl of forgetfulness of attachment, drink, forgetfulness of no worries, Mo Yan wake up.
To miss the topic of essay 13Don't let the tears stained memories Road, an ordinary, ordinary path in the eyes of others, but let me fall into tears again and again. Maybe it's because of you? Today, when I walk on this road, I once again tear rain weeping ......--Title
Road, there are thousands of roads in the world, and only this one ordinary road makes me unforgettable, because the road has my imprints with you, the feeling of warm spring winds blowing through the same. The feeling is like being blown by the warm spring breeze, bringing your love to every piece of land in my heart, and letting the dandelion of love germinate in my heart.
This road has been in the time you walked with me, with the tender green of spring, the vitality of summer, the red fire of autumn, the snow of winter, recorded the joys and sorrows of being with you; has been in the years after you left me behind, accompanied me through the unforgettable every day. Stroking the branches of the tree, I heard the song it sang, but I never understood it.
Whenever I stood on the balcony of my home and looked at that road, I always wanted to cry, cry a lot to vent the melancholy in my heart, but I never did, because you once said to me in the wind, "Never cry, don't let the tears stain the memories." I nodded my head fiercely, and from then on about that road and you, I never cried, because I didn't want to let the tears stain the best memories.
Now I still walk that road every day, touch the tree trunks every day, and listen to that song. Once upon a time I didn't understand that song, and now for the first time in so many years I do:
I have witnessed many, / many things have been forgotten, / but the scene between her and the old man, / I have never forgotten ...... / one day,, the girl touched me, / and spoke softly to me, / a tear just about to fall. / The wind brought the old man's words from heaven: / "Don't cry, / Don't ever let your tears stain your memories ......"
Yes! Grandpa, I said to myself never cry! Don't let the tears of longing stain all my memories with you. Maybe it's because of you, the original walking mood is gone, leaving only the bitterness you sowed in your heart, after germinating in your heart, the feeling is like bitter coffee, first bitter and then sweet. But I like bitter, because bitter can make me not forget your words and memories of you!
I have read some of Guo Jingming's articles, and when I saw his account of parting, I was always very touched, and I felt that the beauty of his words was tragic.
It seems that life is always in the constant parting of the walk through, people gathered and scattered, the feelings of thick and thin, former classmates to meet again, do not say hello can be so walk through. I really didn't expect the ending to be like this, we really became just shoulder to shoulder strangers.
I remember the last reunion, I saw him sitting in front of me, but I did not have the courage to talk to him, just that looked at him, look at the eyes to stay out of tears. I can't tell you what kind of feeling it is, it should be helpless, everything is so familiar and unfamiliar.
The following is a quote: "Memory is like water in the hand, no matter if you spread it out or hold it tightly, the water will always be from the finger cracks, little by little, flowing clean.
But I still remember your every move in middle school. I don't know what I want, but I hope that my friends who haven't seen me for a long time will meet again and say hello to me out loud. I know that doesn't mean anything, but I still think that way.
The following is the content of the quote: Buddha said; the previous life of the five hundred times to look back, in exchange for this life's rub shoulders.
So how many times did we look back in the previous life in exchange for knowing each other in this life, how can I let you go .......
The following is a quote: All the endings have been written, all the tears have departed, but suddenly forgot how a beginning ........ With tears read again and again, but have to admit, youth is a book is too hasty
Youth hasty to what extent? And we have not had time to think, cherish, it to unfold that covered with gorgeous color wings fly away, leaving only a piece of fantasy and deep inside the vaguely visible sadness. We are more than burying the head walking people, through one after another four seasons, saw a large number of leaves fell silently, thoughts can also be so silent?
The green grass can't forget the moisturizing of the rain, the blossoming flowers can't forget the shining of the sun, the flying birds can't forget the embracing of the trees, and I can never forget and erase the profound warmth of the thoughts.
Plain white snow is her symbol, she is an angel, is the ocean, to others much, leaving themselves very little. Remember what he said, "As long as you put down the effort that others can not put down, you will get the achievement that others can not get." Forever shining in the depths of my memory.
She is my primary class teacher, she is really very much like our mother, gentle and kind, especially that a smile, always in our difficulties or made a small mistake when it appeared, until we went to the sixth grade, each of our students have become aware of the heart know that this time will be less and less to get together, we tell jokes together from time to time, do not want to think about it do not dare to think of that graduation time will be what a scenario, just want to think about it! I'm not going to think about it and I don't dare to think about what it will be like when I graduate, but I just want to cherish it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it.
Before graduation, the school also held a singing competition, we practiced hard, and finally we went on stage to sing our last song in elementary school. Teacher later and we said, when she saw us on stage together chorus when especially happy, she saw us all grow up ...... said, some students below have long been crying.
The moment of graduation is coming, we put the teacher's heart to write in the book of remembrance, and selected their own photos to fill in, hoping to leave a good memory to the teacher. That afternoon our class was the last to leave school, at first everyone cried into a piece, as if all the tears out. Finally the teacher said, "Get going." We still refused to go, we finally wrote their names on the blackboard, wrote the words to the teacher, two pieces of children large blackboard has been covered by dense words ......
Tears can be wiped away, but the thoughts can never be wiped away. We really have a good relationship with the teacher, we graduated from the class number is the teacher's birthday date, those two numbers are the lucky number of love we will never forget!