We said we would not look back, not cry, not be sad, and keep moving forward, counting down to 100 days, and we would meet again to continue the chapter of happiness.
You're still gone, just like you thought at the beginning.
I said "goodbye" to you with a smile and a hug, and then turned around and walked away without looking back.
I thought I was ready to stop grieving.
But when I saw your empty seat, my heart felt as if it had been emptied.
I would always think of you, when I was half dead tired from running, when I was fighting with my classmates, when I was lying alone on the playground, anytime.
I know you are missing me as much as I am missing you.
In fact bar this feeling is also quite wonderful, "quietly enjoying a thought.
"It's a pity I'm not in a position to enjoy it.
Lying on the playground I wondered, ah, if you'd met a new friend like us, and then you'd mention us to her.
Our flair, our sentimentality, our time together, happy and sad.
I remember the previous year we skipped class the night before the exam and ran to the playground, listening to the piano music at the end of the class, you told me the name of the song, but I forgot it again.
But I really liked it, and I liked the way I felt when I listened to it.
It was like we were holding hands in the endless sea of flowers, and there was no sadness.
Now, there is no one to listen to that song with me.
But it feels good to listen to it alone! This year's snow came especially late, the first snow when it was already in the winter vacation, I was locked in the house by my mother to accompany my brother to watch TV, and finally it was my brother was dragged by me to lie down by the window to watch the snowflakes sprinkle down from the sky.
The second snow came when the second semester of junior high school had begun, and you were gone.
When I thought of writing "I miss you" in my footprints on the playground, it was already overrun by other footprints.
I felt bad.
When one of my classmates hit me with a snowball, I hit them hard too, and laughed with them, but I still had a hard time.
My classmates have always said lately that I'm neurotic, and that as class president I still lead the crazy laughs, and when they say that I'm still laughing heartlessly, then they'll get violently serious and say, stop talking.
When I opened the computer, I saw your big string of messages.
"Did you miss me on time while I was gone? Did you practice running seriously? Did you study hard? Did you get distracted in class? Remember, even though we are so far apart, I was doing my homework when you were trying to do your homework, I was missing you when you were missing me, and we are still together, to work together and meet in high school.
"I'm studying hard, for you to be proud of me when you see me again.
I would like to believe that we will be together for the rest of our lives, because I love you as strongly as I love myself, because you love me as y as you love yourself.
I'd like to believe that because I do.
"I miss you" as the title of the composition, 700 words or more, urgent, urgent, urgent!
The most memorable things in a person's life are nothing more than kindergarten, elementary school, secondary school, university, and every step taken in each day, there are countless teachers... Mr. Tan is my first grade teacher, that year I was in the "Hunan Chaling liberation completion of primary school", because the class teacher Ms. Cai to give birth to a doll, the school asked Mr. Tan to temporarily substitute for us, Mr. Tan was still a twenty-six, seven years old young man, talking, doing the gas is very strong.
I remember that class, Mr. Tan taught us how to distinguish between east and west, north and south, because I do not like the loud voice of his lectures, I will be under the table with a small handkerchief to play a game of catching mice, good pain! Suddenly a chalk head hit my forehead, the sound of thunder in my head, looking at the teacher's red eyes, my mind is blank, simply can not answer the southeast, northwest and north in the end, the only feeling is that my head grew a big bag.
Decades past, whenever encountered unfamiliar road conditions, you can not give me what pointed to the southeast and northwest, even if it is before and after the left and right, you still have to rely on my orientation is the main.
From then on I said to myself in my heart that if I were a teacher, I would not let my students be afraid.
Zhang Zhu - my middle school language teacher, I remember the early 70's Zhang teacher is nearly fifty years old, her thin figure, tall, not beautiful, wearing a pair of myopic glasses, but I do not know what magic, as long as it is on her class, no loud atmosphere, no blowing Hu gazes, in the sound of her narration, our thoughts like wings like soaring in the sky, students! The first time I saw her was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
I remember, Mr. Zhang arranged to write a narrative around the most familiar people of the composition, as a language representative of the I was in the text of the large composition of the text on the sprawl of the five big, but Mr. Zhang in my composition book with three pages of the page to write down the comments, since then I fell in love with the writing, and even more so in love with literature, and it is from that day onwards I aspired to: to grow up to be a teacher like Mr. Zhang.
Spring flowers bloomed, summer cicadas chirped, autumn fruits ripe, winter snow drifted, through the sadness and joy of life, through the cycle of the four seasons, when the twenty-third "Teachers' Day" came, my heart went back to the time of "young and unaware of the sorrows "Mr. Tan, please forgive me for making you angry when I was ignorant, Mr. Zhang, today I have finally become you, it is with your teaching that I really understand the meaning of "a hundred-foot pole, a step further"... Now I have nearly thirty years of teaching experience, whenever I stand on the podium in the face of the students, I will consciously and unconsciously think of you --- my teacher, as your students I want to say to you: teacher --- I miss you! You are the best memory of my life!!!!
Essay on Thinking of YouAsk the angels to bring to Zhao Hui in heaven When the first beam of sunlight shines on the earth, I think of you ...... When that gray pigeon stops in front of my window, I want to ask it, how are you doing? I'm asking myself, what kind of flowers to give you? No, I got it, it's not flowers you need, it's people remembering you forever, remembering this hard lesson forever.
You may be a stranger to me, but who says we can't be friends? Although you are in that holy heaven, and I am on earth ...... I miss you, although I have not seen you, but I think your smile must be the smile of angels! Flipping through that newspaper, a few huge black letters made me want to cry.
Nice, that's the page about you! Lines and lines of words that made me want to cry, and pictures that were so shocking that I just couldn't look at them anymore.
I can't understand your pain at that time, I just pity and sympathize with you.
That should not have happened or happened, became an unchangeable fact, and the victim is you! As a passer-by, I should be grateful; and as a person with a conscience, I grieve, with them, with your teachers, classmates, parents! I grieve.
Because we have the same dream, the same sky.
When I walked by the side of the road, where your blood was still stained, I had the urge to cry.
When I saw the pure bunch of white chrysanthemum fang there, I could not help but cry, I know not only me, there are more people who miss you.
You went away like this, that flower-like life withered, in exchange for only people late remorse.
If people pay attention to traffic safety earlier, perhaps you should not be in heaven now, but with us in the classroom to learn, in the piano shop to listen to the melodious sound of the piano! When the angels bring my thoughts to you, please don't say I'm stupid, I don't want, never want to see other children repeat the same mistakes, and I don't want that one beautiful life to disappear forever.
I think, I think all children are the same, away from that road to death - traffic accidents, farther and farther ...... (from prose essay website) thoughts.
My beloved hometown ah! Tempting intoxicating colorful, intoxicating glitter, let my life shine, sleep I also smile nightmare like flowers.
My beloved hometown! I can't stop thinking about my hometown, and I can't stop thinking about my hometown, and you're the one I'll never be able to get rid of, so I'm going to go back to my hometown, and I'm going to be able to get rid of my hometown, and I'm going to be able to get rid of my hometown, and I'm going to be able to get rid of my hometown, and I'm going to be able to get rid of my hometown.
The thought of waiting in the crazy growth, hometown love in the waiting to spread.
Floating in front of the eyes of a wave of golden yellow waves, that is the maturity of the rhyme of the wheat seedlings.
Bow down and listen to the wheat in the land in the heavy breathing, listen to the wind in the crop field whispering, the villagers heart full of comfort and quiet.
When I was a child, I would hold hands with my sister and hunt for birds at the edge of the wheat field because I was afraid of the pesky sparrows stealing the fruits of my parents' labor.
With a chirp, the tiny sparrow saw me and fled. I shook my sister's hands excitedly for the fleeing sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help my parents or be useful to them.
The childish face was full of triumph and pride, which made me laugh at the autumn wind that was about to blow by, and comforted the wheat seedlings that stood majestically and proudly in the ground.
In his native land, I quietly sowed a seed called "home" in my heart, and watered a cozy dream with my long thoughts - thoughts reside in the heart, feel the cherry blossoms hurt and the sound of the call of home! ......
Essay: I miss my hometownI miss my hometown People will miss their hometown when they go far away.
The same is a village, or a city, not far from thousands of miles to get together, there is the concept of hometown, the so-called hometown to see the hometown, two tears, but also really so thing.
Because it is a hometown, it will invariably shorten the distance between the heart and the heart, and naturally there are more **** the same language, with our hometown specialties of the bird language communication, very happy, pulling the family, recounting the old days, said your family's flowers and plants, Kan my family's human nature, it is not bad.
Talking to the heart of the place, or laugh forward and backward into a piece, or headache crying depressed na! In ancient times, the transportation is not convenient, often die not out of the square half a hundred, if it is fortunate enough to have the same hometown officials, must be a care for each other, even if the eunuchs, not to mention other things, we recognize this dead reason, because you are our village, I remember you wear crotchless pants with that stupid look it, we who with who, you do not take care of who to take care of! Nowadays, technology is developed, transportation is convenient, and the earth is spinning more vigorously! Maybe one day drifting in a certain planet, extremely puzzled coincidentally met a comrade with a mouth and two legs, a gust of wind to the rustic flavor, you certainly do not care about wearing shoes of the wild run over, left countenance right look, for fear of recognizing the wrong person, oops, man ...... me ...... me ( The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
I really miss the mountains and waters of my hometown, they are so beautiful.
The mountains of my hometown, with their refreshing green color, are unforgettable.
How nostalgic! Always dreaming of my beautiful hometown mountains, it is so beautiful, a wrinkle, let me still unforgettable.
But, always love the scenery of the mother, now even took me out of the hometown, came to this traffic in the Wudi.
Why did the hometown abandon me, am I not cute enough?
This river in my hometown is clearer and more beautiful than yours, and it is comparable to the Sun Moon Lake.
No matter how hard my mom tried, I could never forget my hometown and its water.
The beautiful landscape of my hometown, how much fun it brought me in my childhood, remembering that time, sweet smile always accompanied me, but hopefully one day after all, mom will come back to her heart. ...... Missing hometown flowers and plants I really want to hometown flowers and grasses, he is all right so beautiful.
Hometown flowers, there are so many colors, red, orange, yellow, pink ...... they are so gorgeous, with these flowers, the environment is temporarily solved.
Whether it is a river or a pond, whether it is in front of the house or behind the house, there are beautiful flowers growing.
The grass back home is so sharp and bright that the sunlight shows its brightness.
Our grass here is even more novel than yours, oval, rectangular, trapezoidal, all kinds of, you will definitely like it when you see it! Hometown of a grass and trees I like, in fact, everyone if I experienced such a thing, will understand: the original, hometown to us how important personal! So, you must cherish the happiness in your hometown.
I hope you do not lose your hometown like I did!
I miss my high school classmate, but I haven't been in touch for a long time, and I don't know if it's right for you, just take a look. I remember when I first enrolled in school, I do not know how to survive in this master of the school, I clearly remember the day I sat in the penultimate row, surrounded by boys, making me very uncomfortable, this time a girl about the same height as me sat next to me, and very friendly to introduce themselves, said her name is ****, she is not beautiful, but gives a person a very reassuring feeling. From that day onwards, we continued three years of friendship at the same table so in the seemingly bland opening remarks began ...... I come from a very remote area, and she is the town of the rich girl, it is reasonable to say that we can not become friends, but the world is so strange. Although their family is very rich, but she is a very thrifty girl, but also with me the same one person life, to say maybe no one believe, we discuss every day is where to buy food good, how to lose weight and slimming and so on special boring things, but our grades are very good, this is definitely not blowing, the first two in the class we are taking turns to sit in, and has lasted until the college entrance exams. We have never argued with each other, let alone fought. Over the course of three years, she turned me into a person who learned to listen. I'm still very grateful to him to teach me everything, but it is not that we have always been in harmony, and sometimes a little bit of discomfort, but even if there is a little bit of dissatisfaction in the heart of anyone is to silence instead of never exported to hurt people....... Now that I think about it, this kind of friendship may no longer be in the least now it has become more valuable. Very regrettable, after the college entrance examination, we did not reach their own goals, but this time we chose a different road, I chose to repeat, I am the kind of people who do not achieve the goal of vowing not to stop, and she chose to go into the ivory tower, even if she did not like the school that specializes in, but she did not want to repeat. But at that time we were not very sad, because the future of each is so uncertain, we are still in the future for their own hard work. But three years have passed, looking back, when everything is vivid in the past, but our life, our friendship and scattered where it? I don't even have her phone number, QQ number ...... In short, there is no contact information for her, because we didn't have a cell phone in high school or QQ - maybe no one believes it, but it's true. Many times, I searched for her name in the school, posting bar, but no, finally the expectations become disappointed, I also no longer deliberately pursued, just hope that she can live a happy life, she lost weight successfully, when she is about to graduate from the university can find a good job, as well as to find a good as a good man ...... In short, I wish her happy happy, just I wonder if she still remembers me, the little girl from the countryside? Remember our so sweet, so beautiful, so believing once?
Composition I miss my friend1. As the curtain of evening falls slowly, the night comes quietly.
The breeze is blowing the branches of the trees, making a "rustling" sound.
From time to time, a few dogs barked from afar.
Even so, it can not break the silence of this dream.
The moonlight was not very bright, probably because it offended the dark clouds.
There were a few stars in the sky, and they seemed to be lonely and sad, probably because they had lost their companions.
At this time I am sitting in front of my window, staring out of the window.
Although the window is not very large, but it gives me unlimited space for reverie, and bring my thoughts to the vast and boundless sky, so that it is free to float there.
Suddenly, a breeze through the window hit my face, cool.
At the same time, another sound accompanied by the wind ran into my ears, so beautiful, so melodious.
What was it? I tried desperately to listen.
Oh, it turned out to be a call to mom.
I thought to myself, "Maybe it's someone's child looking for his mother.
But as I stretched, the sound surprisingly disappeared and the wind went away.
Oh, I realized at once that it was me who was thinking of my mother.
It has been more than two months since I was separated from my mom, and I can't help but feel a strong sense of longing from the bottom of my heart.
At this point in time, the speechless mom must also be worried about me.
Every time I mention my mom, I always shed tears because I always disappoint her.
I think of my mom, I think of her wrinkled face, and I think of all the memorable moments that keep coming back to me.
At this time, I am about to enter the dreamland, but you are being woken up by the abominable ***.
You never complained about the labor, but the only thing you didn't like was worrying about me.
A dog's barking brought my thoughts back from the distance and brought me two lines of hot tears.
Looking out of the window at night, I really want to shout, but I am afraid of losing my head and being laughed at.
So I had to quietly write down the two words that made my heart tremble: mom.
2. The Buddha said: five hundred years in the past life of the look back, in exchange for the next life of the brush.
I don't know if we were really destined for each other in the past life, I just want to tell you that it's great to meet you in this life! The sea of people is vast.
Regardless of how many times we looked back in the previous five hundred years, or in this life, so an inadvertent click, we really know each other on the network.
It is fate to know each other.
With this acquaintance, we have more thoughts and more attachments to each other.
The edge is not divided into front and back, the love does not say shallow.
In many people's opinion, the virtual world of the network, there is still true love.
Although each of our life trajectories is different, our hearts are in the same place.
Plain acquaintance, not only no regrets, but doubly gratified and honored.
In our conversation or just a word or a long conversation, I have experienced your true feelings, your kindness, and your true love.
We know each other from acquaintance to acquaintance, we all read each other with all our hearts, we all feel each other's truth, we all feel each other's emotions, with "one day does not see such as three autumns" torture and happiness, we are so far apart, but the network so that we know each other, and know each other .
After recognizing you, I am no longer a lonely goose, I know that in the faraway land, there is also a goose in the fine listening to my heart, in the heart of the sense of my life.
Knowing you makes me feel what is longing again, what is attachment,...... so many feelings are I have never felt before.
Especially your sincerity, your persistence, your care and emotion, I feel one by one, experience.
You are by my side, always by my side.
Regardless of the outcome, as long as we have experienced, it is beautiful.
A chance click has made you what I miss and hold on to.
Not every person who passes by will know each other, and not every person who knows each other will make people hang on. At least I did not miss in this life. Thank you for making me happy. Thank God for giving us the destiny to meet and know each other.
Don't you give me too much, don't want any of your promises, as long as you think of me once in a while, think of the person who y likes you,...... For me you will always be a special person, in my life you will always be different. I met you I have a more attached, a point of thought, every day, I hope you every minute and every second happy. My greetings to you come completely from the heart of the most sincere language, my blessings come completely from the heart of the frank. You will be happy for him and worry about him, you will think about his food, clothing, housing and transportation; you will be concerned about his joys and sorrows; you will care about his every move. You will not be able to get news of him and sleep uneasily. The feeling of being attached to one person is sweet and painful.
In this cold world, there is a person who can still let you miss, let you hang on, such a good feeling.
You are the one I can't let go of. Even to the end of life, I will pray to God must let me go first, even if I go ten minutes earlier, I also feel very warm, will not be lonely, at least far away from your love, your attachment.
You must love yourself, I want you always healthy and safe, happy.
I will pray for you every day.
3. When you gently knocked on that door, has that seed of love been planted When I quietly opened this door, it has allowed the seed of love to take root and germinate When the autumn wind blew into the depths of my heart, such as the poetic autumn has covered my heart, it is you, it is the poetic mood that you have brought to me, so that I am a bit barren heart ripples again.
The autumn wind is no longer cold, the autumn rain is no longer rusty, everything is only because of you, you let me hang on, you hang on to me.
I am grateful that the network has people I can hang on to, I am grateful that the network has you hanging on to me.
Whether it is the deliberate arrangement of heaven, so that we harvest each other in the harvest season, soft knocking came, at that moment, the feeling that it was the most beautiful sound, at that moment, I feel like smoke in the sky floating, never afraid to fall from the sky whether it will feel pain, thoughts fluttering when you live in my heart, and since the wind in the rain you accompanied, and from then on you are my chest that a touch of pain, and I am very happy to be here. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
Immersed in the "maple love" mood, a piece of maple leaves filled with my thoughts about you, I wish the autumn wind to bring a piece of love drifting down your window, I wish you hand pick up loaded into the depths of your heart, savor a piece of true love.
The snow on the sky is spilling down, not yet piled up ...
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Goodbye or friends, today, I walked in the bustling market road.
Suddenly, I saw a face of déjà vu.
Just as I was trying to search for the past in my memory, I saw her smiling sweetly, and I suddenly remembered that she was a classmate from the past.
So we had the surprise of seeing each other at first sight, the joy of reunion, and endless conversation.
I looked at her, and it was as if we had returned to the happy times on campus.
After many years of absence, many things have changed so much that I can hardly remember her.
For her, I only remember that she was a very quiet one among her classmates.
On the night of the graduation, I saw her and her friend hugging each other and crying.
I've heard that since then, they've gone their separate ways, and I've never seen them again.
I remembered that my friends and I were drinking, I drank too much had angry scolded a friend, said she was not enough friends, not enough sister, can drink not drink; and said that I when you are a sister, you are not when I am a sister, such as hurt feelings of the statement.
"We are just stage friends.
"I remember my friend said something like that, and I was stunned to hear it, and his comment reminded me of many, many things.
The truth is, we're exactly the kind of friends who are in a certain situation, we're just friends who are in a certain phase.
In terms of my own feelings, time is different, circumstances are different, friends are different.
Some people live in one place all their lives, and they are only friends in this circle; others move around in different worlds, and they have different friends.
Some people, there is not much change in their lives; and some people, their lives are constantly changing, with the changes in the environment, people's emotions have changed with the changes, there is no eternal and unchanging feelings in the world.
Tomorrow, we still like today's ride to listen to music? The day after tomorrow, can we still talk and laugh like yesterday? I don't know, and I can't believe it.
So, we just need to cherish the present, and there won't be too much sighing and lamenting in the future.
Although still feel empty because of you guys, the heart will flash a little pain, but in today's we do not still want to do what we think we will not regret? Maybe tomorrow, we are camping at the same time in the camp for the interests of the separation.
Perhaps in the day after tomorrow, we will forget some people or things in the world.
Life is supposed to be like that, and there are always regrets in life.
But don't we live for a better life? Last week, I read a book "the road less traveled", written above a sentence I am very deep, he said, brave is not not afraid, is to dare to do, although they will be afraid, will not want to go to avoid things.
Yes, this kind of person is really the kind of person I have always admired the most.
But I'm always so timid, maybe it's the lack of it in myself, always trying to find it in others! Alas ...... sophomore: ?N Auntie
"Mao Mao" what a lovely name, it is my most adorable dog ah.
But now it has left me and this beautiful world.
Its departure makes me regret, makes me sad, and makes me blame myself.
Whenever I remember the scene we were together, my tears will flow out uncontrollably.
Mao Mao ah, you left too quickly, in two days it will be the Lantern Festival, you did not have this festival and hastily left, can never come back, how can not let me suffer a lot.
It is often said that only when you lose it do you find it precious. Without Mao Mao, I remembered all the good things about it.
When I was happy, it accompanied me to the woods to run wild and play, and when I was sad, it rubbed its little face against my feet and scratched me with its little paws, as if to say, "Don't be sad, let's go out and play.
"When I was worried, it would mischievously take a pair of stinky shoes out from under the bed and make me laugh, and all my worries were thrown to the sky.
Now without you, what do I do when I'm sad, what do I do when I'm troubled, and who do I share my joy with.
I still remember clearly the scene when Mao Mao saved me, that day we went out to play together, there are several big dogs to us surrounded, look fierce, like a beast.
I was so scared that I ran to the back of a big tree.
Hairy, however, did not run, and whimpered. It looked fierce, and the hairs on its back stood up, as if it wanted to fight them to the death.
The guys were really subdued by Mao Mao, stood there and Mao Mao confrontation, a minute later, they together pounced on Mao Mao, Mao Mao is not weak, and the group of vicious dogs to start a fierce battle.
The thin and weak Mao Mao then their opponents, from time to time to hear Mao Mao's screams.
Hairy is to save me to be surrounded, I was moved by the tears out, I do not know where the courage to pick up a stone to the evil dogs smashed, which does not have any power, I saw a stick, I picked up to participate in the "battle", the group of dogs feel bad, one by one, they fled.
Mao Mao rushed to the direction of their escape woofed, but also jumped to me, like a victorious general, looking at its bleeding neck, I feel it to my loyalty.
After this "war", I like it more.
Who knows that Mao Mao is a disaster dog, one of the most vicious people to Mao Mao under the poison, poor Mao Mao did not hesitate to swallow the poison bait, did not leave us a little room for salvation.
Who would have thought that just a moment ago, still alive and kicking Mao Mao in the twinkling of an eye and I was separated from the sun, how can not make people chopped liver? Although our time together is not long, but our feelings are so deep, I more than [read article.com essay channel] more than once will be Mao Mao into my composition, diary, and sometimes I also put the lovely Mao Mao drawing in, we are the best friends.
If time can be turned back, I would like to spend a day, no, a week or a year with Mao Mao, but this is the reality, we simply can not change, do not accept to accept.
The first morning after Mao Mao's death, there was a heavy snow, which is a coincidence? I think it must be Mao Mao's spirit in heaven let us for its justice.
Mao Mao ah, if you are enough friends, please come close to my dream to come, let us in that unreal world, renew friendship ......
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