You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. I want to sing a song for you, but I'm afraid I can't sing your charm. I want to draw a picture for you, but I'm afraid I can't draw your aura; I want to write a poem for you, but I'm afraid I can't write your elegance ... am I too weak to look up and appreciate it, or are you too beautiful for me to breathe?
Time slips away quietly, years slip away quietly, youth fades away slowly, and life grows old faintly. The mountains are high and low, the water is steep and slow, life is short, and the wind is gone. Every step needs our restraint. Some people live a plain and natural life, while others always experience ups and downs. At the peak or trough of your life, how many people have been with you? Has anyone contacted you? Is anyone willing to do anything for you? Will someone laugh with you when you are happy and cry with you when you are sad? If there is, please cherish it. That man must be your bosom friend.
Of course, I also have such a confidant. That person is always the most beautiful in my heart.
Our life is like the weather, sometimes it is sunny and warm, sometimes it rains and snows, and the cold attacks people. We run all the way, bloom in spring, experience in the heat, harvest in the autumn shade, and store before the winter comes. Different road sections have different scenery and different people accompany them at different times. As long as there is such a person's love and care on my way and something we like to do together, our life will be of great significance.
How can we always remember the happiness when we are together, the songs when we are together, and the words when we are together? I used to think that some things could not be let go and time was getting farther and farther away. When we look back, we find that what we thought we couldn't let go was actually just a springboard to life. Just skip it. When people are on the springboard, the most difficult thing is not the moment of taking off, but the helplessness and worry before taking off.
We thought our friendship was unbreakable, but in the blink of an eye, that friendship was already hovering behind us. We can't go back, can we? I am no longer the only friend you care about most, I am no longer the only one who can listen to your heart, and we will never go back to that era of heartless laughter. But I want to tell you: you are always the most beautiful in my heart! We have gone through a happy or sad past and will always remember it in our hearts.
My friend, my confidant, if you meet me, please call me, and I can hear you in the distance. Because you are the most beautiful in my heart, and so is your voice.
You are the most beautiful in my heart. Among the relatives I know now, my grandfather, my grandmother's uncle, is probably the oldest. Being the first person to enter the provincial capital is also the pride of the villagers.
His mother was very impressed with him. It is said that in mother's house, everyone who studies well will be rewarded. Mother used to be the best reader. Some time before the college entrance examination, grandpa personally rushed back to his hometown and gave her an extra fee of 500 yuan. Although only 500 yuan's money may be nothing to Taigong himself, it has given his mother great motivation.
Mom said that at the moment after failing the college entrance examination, her first thought was: "I'm sorry for my uncle's 500 yuan!" "
Thus, Taigong is a virtuous man; And had a deep feeling and experience. It's been almost ten years, and I still remember it clearly.
At that time, birth control was very strict, and the "two children" policy was almost an unreachable dream. But at this time, my mother was pregnant with my brother.
At that time, I didn't know why. Fuyang (then called "City"), where we live, forbids pregnant women to give birth locally, which seems to be related to some policies. But there is nothing we can do. We know that we returned to our hometown with great grievances.
In that "Long March", it was mother who suffered a lot. She has been pregnant for several months, but she has to endure eight or nine hours of bumps. When she got home, she was exhausted, but she still had to go to the hospital by car. Although it was only a few minutes' drive, she finally couldn't hold on, and suddenly vomited in the car, so that she had to put the vomit and other things in a bag.
But at this most displaced moment, my great-grandfather appeared.
I know I don't know why Taigong came at this time, but no matter why, he just came-coming so timely also comforted our family's depressed mood. No matter how far apart we are, no matter how old he is, he is the first to visit my tortured mother, rain or shine!
This incident made our family particularly respect and grateful to him.
Ah, my squire! Even if you are about to die, death will never shake your tall image in my heart! You will always be the most beautiful person in my heart!
You are the most beautiful in my heart.
You rushed over and woke me up gently and forcefully.
You are like a fiber, but you bring me the whole sea. In an instant, the image came from all directions like a raging tide, but I understood it before I saw it clearly. How can I remember all this? I don't know. I just looked at it blankly.
10 years ago, the dawn was full of fog, which seemed to lay a natural disguise for our silent attack. Everyone is running silently with their heads down, biting their teeth. After the sea breeze permeates the city wall, there is still energy left, rubbing the salt of life on many white cheeks. I don't know where this song came from. It says that you are the most beautiful in my heart, but you just wedged a touch of tenderness in your hard heart, stirring up a group of unfixed firmness. Each other's eyes lit up gently, and the imperceptible smile passed on many faces. The speed is not affected at all, but all the steps are tacit.
We can't help running and singing in our hearts.
You are the most beautiful in my heart, and every smile makes me intoxicated. We really think so. No past, no future, no eternity. I ran away before I knew it, so I ran for 10 years. I never thought that everything could be destroyed, but I never thought that I would be miserable in the distance.
If I hadn't received your letter at this time, I wouldn't have thought of many things. I don't need such a reminder, and I don't need to watch myself stepping on the footsteps of the past. I will remember the running dawn, the brisk footsteps, the boiling sweat dripping on the land, whether it is the heartbeat of youth or not, those things that are silent but integrate us, let us pursue strength and let us feel gentle. Strange forces that I will never understand again.
What do you want from me?
You are the most beautiful in my eyes, and every smile makes me intoxicated.
It took me time to finish the wine in the cup. Yes, you are the most beautiful in my heart.
Only those who have loved know best.
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. You are like the twilight of winter, depicting the years of autumn drought. You and I are in the fog, waiting for the moon and spring. No matter what happens in the future, it will always be the most beautiful in my heart.
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Thirteen years ago, you brought me into this world. You ended the princess's life and took care of me tirelessly.
When I was a child, I was not sensible and used to fiddling with your things. I turned the house upside down, and I didn't see you scold me. I just shook my head and turned to clean.
I am older. You think I should be sensible, but I am not. I don't listen to you at all. I'm always against you. When you educate me, I always joke about it. I don't know how much you taught me and how much you love me.
I remember once we quarreled, you were sitting in the room, and I was dragged outside by my grandmother. Grandma told me that I had a high fever when I was three years old, and you were working outside. I was about to go back when my father called you, and you heard a heartbreaking cry on the phone.
You were in a hurry and couldn't help running, but you didn't pay attention to your feet and tripped over a stone. My leg was worn out by the rough ground, and I was badly bruised and bleeding. You stand up and rush home. When you get home, I'll cry myself to sleep.
Now I am in middle school and sensible. I know that every time I go back to school, you will pretend not to care, turn around and secretly look out the window, watch me go away and secretly wipe your tears.
I didn't know why you were crying before, but I didn't know you were ill until I saw your diagnosis sheet on the table that day. You have kept it from me for so long, and you have been suffering silently. After my repeated questioning, you told me that maybe your hand will become disabled in three years. Listening to the sadness in your tone and looking at your pale face, my heart is broken.
You also carefully asked me: "If I can't move my hands and feet in the future, will you still love me?" Now, I want to tell you loudly: yes! Always will!
I once laughed at your pots and pans, but I didn't know you wanted to make tea in spring. I laughed at your complacency, but I didn't know you still had dreams.
No matter what you will become, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart.
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. Now, I'm thinking about the content of my composition with my pen in my mouth, but I can't think of anything to write. The singing of birds outside the window disturbed my mood again and again. At this time, several cleaning aunts passed by from outside, which made me lost in thought.
We often see sanitation workers on the road; In the bathroom, we often see cleaning aunts; In shopping malls, we often see staff mopping the floor-no one knows why they do such a job. A reporter said that the sanitation workers in a street are worth millions or even tens of millions! Many netizens questioned: Why do they work so hard when they have so much money? If I were you, I would have a good time. I think they have a heart to serve the people, a beautiful and pure heart.
We will also see traffic police on the road; We will see security guards at the gate of the community; In front of the bank, we will see the armed police, who are not afraid of the wind and rain and insist on taking responsibility in their posts. A reporter once said that a traffic policeman used his body to protect others when they were about to be hit by a speeding car, but he fell in a pool of blood. Perhaps only the song "Sailor" can explain their practice! This incident silenced many gossiping netizens. It seems that only responsible people will protect others and sacrifice themselves! They also have a beautiful heart, a heart to serve the people.
Ah! People who pay silently are all the same!
There are such wonderful people everywhere in my life. They awed me and set a good example for me to learn. No matter how they look and dress, they are the most beautiful people in my heart, just like the "most beautiful drivers". Although the word "beauty" has different meanings, in my opinion, it can express my heart!
At this moment, I want to say to those who have made contributions to others:
You are the most beautiful in my heart!
You are the most beautiful in my heart. In the middle of the night, there are several blooming flowers in the dark corner. Who really cares about them in this city? Even many people regard them as miscellaneous flowers and pick them at will.
This kind of flower is called sunset glow. You might say that this name is really poetic! No, it's sadness. I don't know if you have heard of morning glory. Generally speaking, morning glory blooms in the morning and dies at night, and morning glory is the antonym of morning glory. Sunset red blooms slowly at sunset and fades in the morning. In ancient times, people compared it to an unlucky woman who spent a short life quietly in the unknown night. A gust of wind blew and a few delicate petals swayed gently. ......
The sunset glow is neither as luxurious and delicate as roses and peonies, nor as fragrant and fragrant as lilies. It is just a few delicate and small stamens with elegant pink or pure white petals that do not compete with flowers. I remember once, I went to an abandoned park on the street and found some dead flowers. Counting the days, the dead flowers will bloom again soon. I don't know whether I am happy or sad. I am happy because dead flowers can bloom, but after one night, they will end their lives. Looking at the withered flowers swaying in the breeze, I seem to have found the answer. .....
Perhaps, the real meaning of sunset glow in the world is not to wait for death, but to bloom its own style and value in a short period of time. As this poem says: Saixixi lives for himself, and contributes his best to the world, decorating the boundless night and gradually disappearing when the light comes.
Don't we have more than sunset glow? Why can't you bloom the most beautiful life of your own? This rare quality deserves our understanding and thinking. This is the most beautiful you in my heart-Xiyan!
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. When I was in the third grade, I broke my right leg while skating. After a month or two of recovery, I went to school trembling with crutches.
At that time, my Chinese teacher, Mr. Wang, had just become our new head teacher, and had only one home visit with me, which was equivalent to a "familiar and unfamiliar teacher". Seeing me like this, Mr. Wang immediately arranged for his classmates to deliver meals for me. He gave me almost everything I needed. Warm in my heart, like a red sun rising in my heart.
Our classroom is on the second floor of Building 2, and some classes need to go to special classrooms. I don't want to go to music class, so I make up lessons in the classroom. But teacher Wang said, "How can that be done? You can't miss a class! " Teacher Wang gently carried me on his not-so-generous shoulders, as lightly as he was afraid of breaking porcelain.
I said to Mr. Wang, "You don't have to recite it. I can go upstairs and downstairs with crutches! " "
"No, no! How dangerous! Never get hurt again! I'll carry you, nothing, you're not fat! " As he spoke, Mr. Wang also smiled, with a hint of bitterness in his smile. You know, I was over 80 kg! Miss Wang was afraid that I would be late, so she carried me directly to the sixth floor. But when he reached the fourth floor, he stopped to catch his breath.
"Teacher Wang, I can go by myself! Take a break! " Sweat rolled down his cheeks to his chin and dripped on the ground, crystal clear as grain. ...
"It's okay, this tired? Go! " Teacher Wang went upstairs behind my back without saying anything. It's just that the rhythm slows down gradually, as if something suddenly occurred to me, and it's fast again ... so stop-and-go and finally reach the sixth floor. Teacher Wang took a deep breath and muttered, "Here we are, here we are." He carried me into the classroom and didn't leave until I sat in my seat safely. And I didn't even say "thank you" I saw Mr. Wang standing astride his waist, holding his knees and hunching for a while, then slowly went downstairs. Later, I learned that Mr. Wang had a bad knee. ...
From then on, Mr. Wang always went to a special classroom behind my back to have every class until I recovered. He always refuses to let me go by myself for various reasons. What is safe? He wants to exercise himself ... but I'm serious! After knowing the reason, my heart was full of gratitude and guilt.
Miss Wang, you are the best in my heart! You are the most beautiful in my heart!
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. 8. Between the sleeves, the ink-colored tiles set off the blue-and-white wall, and the wind blew through the window lattice and the wind chimes in the distance.
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Speaking of Jiangnan, what is impressive is the water town, an oil-paper umbrella, a young woman and a leisurely light rain. Jiangnan is very beautiful, with a classical charm of Tang and Song Dynasties, mixed with the smell of ink and sandalwood, and even a breeze is somewhat elegant.
Jiangnan in spring should be the best. Just because the spring breeze at that time was just right, half cool and not dry, spring seemed to fall in love with Jiangnan. I left quietly in May, and suddenly looking back, I caught a glimpse of the flowers in Shan Ye, lest I miss my youth. Jiangnan is spoiled by spring and somewhat shy about summer.
Jiangnan in summer is less gentle and light in spring, but more unrestrained. Jiangnan in summer seems more pleasing to the eye. Sunlight shines on the water, and microwaves appear layer by layer. People in the south of the Yangtze River are as delicate and gentle as running water. The sun shines on the blue tile and white wall, on the water, on the green treetops of Yangliuqing, and into my heart.
Jiangnan in autumn is even better than Jiangnan in summer. The cool autumn overflowed into the yard, and the actors in the pear garden began to repeat the scene again. The sound of babbling penetrated the autumn wind of yellow leaves and scattered over the water town. The leaves turned yellow and fell on the water, rippling blue waves. Autumn rain came as scheduled, an oil-paper umbrella and a smiling face. What's the matter with you? The maple leaf is so red that I want to show it to you. ...
Winter in the south of the Yangtze River becomes mild and soft. Snowflakes are flying in the sky, and soon they are connected with the dark and tile-white walls. There are no two things in the world that are combined so skillfully. The snowman with his head tilted in front of the door, the bare branches and the water with thin ice are also very peaceful. Jiangnan in winter is not bleak, but it has a hazy artistic conception.
No place can fascinate me like Jiangnan. No place can occupy a place in my heart like Jiangnan. No place can make time linger like Jiangnan.
Jiangnan, you have become the most beautiful place in my heart with the affection of the four seasons.
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. 9 scenery is the most beautiful in the eyes of poetry; In the heart of fish, the ocean is the most beautiful; The blue sky is the most beautiful in the bird's heart, and mother is the most beautiful in my heart.
My mother is not very tall, fair-skinned and gentle. In the morning, my mother will cook breakfast for me carefully. In the evening, she will accompany me to do my homework, and after finishing my homework, she will also accompany me to read quietly. At home, my mother will accompany me almost all the time. Especially when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, my mother will comfort me, encourage me and be my strong backing.
One weekend in the third grade, I suddenly felt dizzy and I felt breathless when I walked. When my father was not at home, my mother immediately went to the hospital behind my back. When I arrived at the Third Hospital, I did some corresponding inspections. The doctor diagnosed that I had acute pneumonia and needed to be treated quickly. My mother went to help me with the admission procedure without saying anything, and then the nurse took me for an intravenous drip. My mother stayed with me for more than three hours. At this time, it was already dark. My mother called my father and asked him to take us home first and continue to come to the hospital for injections tomorrow. I fell asleep at night, and my mother would get up every half hour to cover me with a quilt and observe my illness.
The next day, my mother got up early to make breakfast for me. Because my mother was worried that I was sick and couldn't eat anything, she asked her friends about the practice of auricularia millet porridge and took it to the hospital in a thermos cup. After waking up, my mother took me to the hospital for an injection. At noon, my mother went to the cake shop near the hospital and bought my favorite cake. Let me eat cake and drink millet porridge. I eat in my mouth, sweet in my heart. In the evening, dad drove us home to rest after work.
In this way, it lasted for seven days My mother cooked me delicious food and took good care of me. I finally recovered. A big stone in my mother's heart finally fell to the ground, but I suddenly found that my mother's face was yellow and she lost a lot of weight.
Mom, thank you for your meticulous care and love for me. You are always the most beautiful in my heart. When I grow up, I will take care of you as you take care of me. Mom, I love you!
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. When I first met her, I only noticed her dark skin, black-rimmed glasses and long blond hair, far from the word "beautiful". At that time, I never thought that she would accompany us through these three years.
She is our deputy head teacher-Miss Fan.
Students, when did you notice what she was doing when we slept at night? When the moonlight is bright, she runs from bedroom to bedroom. Although the work of checking the bed is tedious, she persists and reminds us to fall asleep as soon as possible with warm words to ensure sleep. No one knows when she rested, just because she has been with us and never left.
Students, when did you notice what she did at the sports meeting? She didn't tell her parents to do this and that, but took the lead to do the work in the front line. The scorching sun scorched the earth, and even Mr. Yu couldn't hold on, and was forced back to the stands by the scorching sun. Teacher Fan did not hesitate to rush to the sports field to cheer for every athlete. When we are tired of winning glory for our class, Teacher Fan will always appear in front of you and give you a thumbs up: "Yes, next year's sports meeting depends on you!" " "And send a cup of hot drink, and attach a Jane's exclusive pillow. At the moment, Teacher Fan is really like the warm sun in winter, and his heart is suddenly warm. Just because of her, she has always been with us and never left.
Students, when did you find that Mr. Fan had bloodshot eyes? In the evening, she is the "big sister" in the class, trying to maintain the order of self-study at night and answering questions for us. In order to control our Xiong Haizi, she also took great pains. But no one knows how tired she is after running all day! When I asked her questions, she was still full of energy, but the red blood in the corner of her eyes could not conceal her inner fatigue. She was still talking when she answered me, and a kind feeling came to her. If nothing else, because of her, she has always been with us and never left.
Teacher Fan has been with us and has never left.
The embodiment of beauty--teacher fan.
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. 1 1. I love the warm sun, I love you in the warm sun, and stand in my heart to convey the power of love.
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Spring has come, but the cold of winter is still lingering, and it is expected to remain in the air. On such a sunny weekend, although the temperature is a little low, it can't stop the warm sunshine, which is a kind of enjoyment. Move a wooden stool outside the house, sit lazily, lean back, stretch out your cold hands, let the sun warm your skin, close your eyes, think nothing, do nothing, just sit quietly.
Grandma came back from the field, took out the vegetables in the basket, scooped up a basin of water, sat on the stone bench opposite, soaked the vegetables in the water, and dug and poked them directly in cold water. Her rough hands have turned red with cold.
"Why don't you wash it with hot water!" I dragged the stool to my grandmother's side, and the earth wall in my neighbor's house abruptly blocked the warm sun that should belong to the stone stool. "Silly boy, you can't wash vegetables with hot water." Grandma smiled at me.
The sun shines on the earth, golden, and only the stone bench under the earth wall is still shrouded in shadow. I am in the sun and grandma is in the shadow. I helped grandma pour the water for washing vegetables, then sat back on the wooden stool and watched her rub her nails. She has onychomycosis, and her nails are thick. When they grow, they can pierce the meat, but her eyes are not good and she can't cut them. Years later, her nails became thick and hard. I took a nail clipper, took grandma's hand, reached into the sun, let the warm sunshine shine on her hand, and made my purple hand slightly bloody. Grandma's nails are hard and hard to cut. I'm afraid of cutting my grandmother's fingertips, so I can only grind off the nail skin bit by bit. I picked up my nails carefully and polished them bit by bit with nail clippers. "Zhi Sha, Zhi Sha ...", with the friction between the sharpening knife and the finger surface, the fragments fell. The warm sun in spring contains light that penetrates the dust. Finally, it falls in the shadow under the applause, or in the shadow covered by the palm.
The warm sunshine shines on grandma's hand. I am rubbing these dark and rough hands, which have already lost their youthful vitality. My skin is full of youthful vitality and is full of vitality in the warm sunshine. Our hands are tightly held together, and the sun shines softly on the back of our hands, witnessing a change in life.
You are old, the years have settled down, full of the flavor of life, and come to your heart through the warm sunshine. It depicts the most beautiful picture in my heart, the power of love and the warmth of the sun.
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. 12. You have long brown hair over your shoulders and bright eyes under black-rimmed glasses. You always look serious, but that shallow pouch is the trace of our hard work. Our beloved teacher Fan, you are the most beautiful in my heart.
Our class is a boarding class. Without the care of our parents, the important task of managing our study was handed over to Teacher Fan. Teacher Fan is with us every day like a relative, but we often make the teacher angry.
At the end of evening self-study, our class is always the most chaotic, and this time is no exception. Teacher Fan kept order loudly in front of the podium, but it was useless-there were still whispers in the loudspeaker, some students were ready to move, and others were arguing with the teacher about other issues.
Teacher Fan was a little angry, but instead of getting angry, he poured out all the grievances and misunderstandings he had suffered in the past two months with tears in his eyes. The teacher blushed and said with tears:
"I feel really unfulfilled sometimes ..." All the students were shocked.
It's getting late and it's dark outside the window. I can only see some lights in the windows of several families. The classroom is very quiet, so quiet that people can't breathe. This is the first time in my life that I saw my teacher crying in front of many classmates. We all waited quietly, waiting. ...
Teacher Fan took a deep breath and went on to say:
"If I can teach a classmate well, then my existence is meaningful. But now I feel that my existence has no value.
There was another silence and the students were lost in thought.
Teacher Fan takes care of us and helps us answer questions, just like family. But being young and rebellious and not listening to the teacher's teaching made the teacher very sad. Responsibility, this may be the reason why Teacher Fan shed tears.
Teacher Fan raised her glasses, wiped her tears and continued to tell us. That night, the teacher talked for a long time.
Teacher Fan, you are our relative, shouldering the responsibility of more than 40 classmates, caring for us, even if you are misunderstood, you have no regrets.
You are the most beautiful in my heart.
You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. Grandpa has lived by the sea all his life. There is a misty tea mountain, embracing a hill. There are several small houses with white walls and tiles on the top of the hill. There is a hand-woven bamboo tea basket in the corner, which is full of my childhood memories.
Grandpa often takes my little hand and strolls on the shady tea mountain. Grandpa led me, and every step was extra careful. He put the bamboo basket on the mud, carefully put three petals of new tea, touched my little head and asked, "Little Sun Sun, what is this?" I waved my little hand and cried, "This is a monster's paw." Grandpa smiled, rubbed my back and said to me kindly, "This is tea." I stared at the tea in grandpa's hand. Muttered in his mouth: "It's obviously claws." "tea." Grandpa stared at me, but in the old man's crow's feet. It clearly says love, "tea, but what is tea?" I sucked my fingers, and now grandpa can't answer. He just smiled and stopped laughing, and the tea was taken away naturally.
The sunset fell on the moss under the eaves steps. Grandpa unloaded the bamboo basket, turned on the tea frying machine, sat on the bamboo stool, grabbed a handful of tea from the bamboo basket and laid it flat at the bottom of the pot.
Grandpa never wears gloves when frying tea, because he can feel the temperature and humidity of tea with his bare hands, and the taste of tea can be more mellow. Grandpa opened his fingers and rubbed the new tea back and forth, and the tea slipped down the gap between his hands. Grandpa gently rubbed his tea and shook it off again, while the other big, thick hand kept rubbing and frying. Sometimes, he does both, leaning forward and leaning back, making the small bamboo stool creak; Sometimes he leans over and sweeps the tea towards the center of the pot. Grandpa's arms are flying in the air and tea is jumping in the pot. Grandpa's posture is like playing Tai Chi, and like a dragon disappearing into the sea without a trace.
I just looked at those big, unattractive hands, and only saw the blue veins protruding on the back of the hand, cold sores, calluses reborn, black and dry. But it is these big hands that hold a bowl of ginger tea for me on a rainy night; It was these big hands that picked the plantain seeds in Shan Ye and brought me medicine soup for treating a cold. It is these big hands that bring up parents one by one; It is these beautiful big hands that have built our prosperous home.
Look at this hand again, this hand full of calluses and swollen veins, I think: in my heart, grandpa's hand is the most beautiful.
The tea is ready, and my hand covers the teacup. It's warm and my eyes are fixed on the tea. It broke the bank.