Tonight, on a sudden impulse, I opened the recorded text. When I watched the dynamic photo album Unforgettable Classmates, I didn't know when the contents were lost, only a blank remained.
Looking through the grateful classmates who have written before, I found the time of the 20th anniversary reunion (20xx June 2 1-22). Time flies, five years have passed in a blink of an eye. How are the students and teachers these five years?
At this time 25 years ago, I bid farewell to my familiar campus and dear classmates and teachers. Time is like a song, and it has gone through 25 years of spring and autumn unconsciously. Thank you Fang for holding the 10th anniversary reunion, but I couldn't attend that year because of life restrictions and various reasons. At the 20th anniversary reunion of Fang, I put aside all my busyness and invited my classmates to Yongchuan-to set foot on the campus again and enjoy that time together.
I found the photo album of the 20th anniversary party and put it in the photo album. This wonderful wealth will accompany me all my life.
Twenty-five years have passed, and you and I have moved from youth to middle age, and your children and I have grown up. In another ten or twenty years, you and I will be in our prime, and maybe our children and grandchildren will be full. Can we get together then? My classmates, teachers,
Whether we meet again or not, I always miss my classmates. I thank my classmates for giving me the purest friendship and the most precious wealth. Your friendship with my classmates will never change, and I will always remember my classmates and teachers who have accompanied me through these years.
The students get together for a drink.
Meet again after such a long separation, raise your glasses.
Cherish each other's reading at the window,
Japanese people have warmer memories.
Former classmates,
Friends today.
May you cherish each other,
I often keep each other in mind.
When I stepped into the familiar homeland again, my heart settled down and all the scenes of my childhood came to my eyes.
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There is always a place for you to dream about; There is always a place that will come to mind when you wander around. There is always a place like your safe haven that makes you long to return to his arms. Yes, this is your hometown, a place that you miss all the time.
People often recite a poem-when I looked up, I found it was moonlight. When I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home. Yes, hometown is always so unforgettable. Tonight, when I was tossing and turning in bed, the figure of my hometown came back to my mind.
Walking in my hometown, I seem to be a painter. Golden fields, constantly changing seasons are my material, crystal clear streams are my material, lotus flowers with different colors reflecting sunlight in ponds are my material, beautiful spring scenery with singing and dancing is my material, and flowery gardens are my material. And I will record the beauty of my hometown with my eyes and notes, and I will praise my hometown with my talent and sincere feelings.
Walking in my hometown, I feel like a pianist. The rushing waterfall flows through the steep mountains and makes a "crash" sound; In spring, a hundred flowers blossom on the endless plain. "Buzz" is the sound of bees working hard; In summer, rice fields are full of vitality, desperately absorbing rich water sources, and a hot wind blows, bending the waist of rice. I will use my wisdom to write a song praising my hometown, and I will use my youth to write an immortal lyric for him.
Ah! Hometown, poetry and songs can't really praise you; Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can't count my true love for you, nor can I sing my admiration for you. I can only keep you in my heart and say, I love you!
It snows again. It snowed a little earlier this year than in previous years. Perhaps those snowflake elves couldn't resist the joy of winter and couldn't help coming to earth, and immediately dressed up the world as a silver fairy tale world.
Walking in the snow, my feet feel soft and rustling. It's the happy laughter of snow elves. They are playing at your feet. Some elves come to this world for the first time and are curious about everything. They just float around in the sky and look around, reluctant to fall, but once they find a good place, they can't wait to fly over and play and sing there.
Xue is a magician. She threw her beautiful gauze up, and suddenly a white breath poured down. The world suddenly became a world wrapped in silver. This white world belongs to children. Wherever the elves cover, there will be children's happy laughter. They made a snowman and had a snowball fight with Snowflake Elf. They also held hands and sang and danced around the newly made snowman. Naive laughter always echoes in the sky for a long time.
Xue is a soldier. She commanded many snowflake elves to fight in the field and destroy pests that destroyed farmland. Where can these bad guys stand up to the heroic snowflake army? They were scared out of their wits and ran around. Snowflake warriors will let them go, hunt them down and wipe out all these "black sheep". "Hey, haha." Once again, the snow elves won a great victory, and they couldn't help cheering. "Hoo-hoo-"Feng's mother-in-law came, and Snowflake followed her to another place to play.
The beauty of snow is not only white appearance, but also rich connotation. Snow is the messenger of winter and the source of children's happiness. As long as there are snow elves, they will be full of harvest expectations.
Everyone will experience many difficulties and setbacks on the road to growth. Just like the sudden outbreak of novel coronavirus in early 2020, each of us met with great challenges.
The terrible COVID-19 epidemic prevented everyone from visiting each other and wishing each other New Year's greetings. We children can only stay at home and make contributions to the country without adding chaos. School started on February 10. Because of this epidemic, we can only choose to stay at home and study online and "stop studying". From Monday to Friday, I was urged to get up by my mother every morning and started reading in the morning. Then sit in front of the computer and go to class online, take notes and increase your knowledge. The teacher's mother also has her own tasks. She watches the class with her mobile phone and guides the students in the class. After the lecture, I will finish the copying homework assigned by our own teacher and the homework in the mobile phone software in time. I prefer Saturday and Sunday, because I don't have to watch classes these two days, but I have to finish the weekend homework assigned by the teacher.
You, before each formal class, there is a warm reminder on the screen about novel coronavirus's protective measures: wear a mask, go out less and stay away from the crowd. Ventilation and disinfection, frequent hand washing, reasonable diet and more exercise. We must follow the requirements, so as not to infect COVID-19 easily.
Here, I also realized my mother's painstaking efforts to let me use the computer for class. The TV set at home is occupied by little brother to watch cartoons. If you watch it on your mobile phone for a long time, it is easy to deepen your myopia. Of course, during this time, I also deeply realized that even watching the computer for a long time will make our eyesight tired. Be sure to look at the distant scenery for a period of time, combine work and rest, and protect your eyesight as much as possible.
I sincerely hope that this epidemic will end soon, so that we can go back to our beautiful campus and play games with our friends.
Dear mother, I love you as sweet as the wind in spring, as warm as the sun in summer, as rocks love moss and quilts. You are the guardian in my heart.
I like watching the sunrise with you and sitting sweetly with my mother. I like lying on the grass with my mother and watching different shapes of white clouds. I like to go to the park with my mother to see flowers and smell the flowers. My mother is by my side every day, just like an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. You gave me all my strength.
Mom, you have worked hard. I was sick before. You rushed me to the hospital. Thanks to you, my illness will get better. Mom, you have worked hard. You grew up with me, so I can live in peace. Mom, you have worked hard. Every time you are free, I want you to walk with me, see the scenery and have a good talk.
Mom, I worried you. You are always worried that I will be hit by a runner in the corridor if I don't watch the road. Mom, I worried you. You are often worried that I will be taken away by bad people at school, and you are also worried that I am not serious in class and my writing is poor. When you mess up your homework at home, you will erase it all. You worry as much as the leaves on the tree. Mom, I will improve.
Mom, I want to give you a warm hug and say thank you: "Mom, I will take you to the hospital when you are ill. When you are in good health, I will take you for a walk by the river and climb mountains with you. More importantly, I will give you the best gift in the world, which is the beautiful love in my heart and give you a good time. "
Time flies, I haven't returned to my hometown for two months, but it seems that I am separated by a world and homesick. For Yu Guangzhong, homesickness is a stamp. For me, what is my hometown?
For me, hometown is a loquat tree. That year, my friends and I planted this loquat tree seriously, always expecting it to bear fruit as soon as possible, and then * * * enjoyed the delicious fruit. Now, we have grown up and the young trees have grown taller. It stretches out hundreds of arms and grows thousands of green leaves. You see, the topaz-like loquat fruit among the green leaves is not our childhood oath.
For me, my hometown is a rape field. Spring has come, rape is in full swing, and golden rape flowers are everywhere. From a distance, the fields are full of golden flowers, and several reeds are swaying in the wind by the stream, pitching with rape flowers, adding beautiful colors to the golden picture. When you look closer, you can see that the crown of the tree is bent, the green stems and leaves are facing the warm sunshine, the golden flowers are smiling happily, and they are teasing each other with swarms of bees and butterflies. As soon as summer comes, the rape blossoms fall, and they are almost cracked, so I can't bear to part with them. This is the attachment of flowers to roots. It's spring again, and it's the season of rape blossoms. I want to wander in the rape field again, close my eyes, listen to the sound of butterflies and smell the flowers. ...
For me, my hometown is the figure of my grandfather bending over. Every time I go home, I always stand at the door early and look at the direction we come back. Whether facing the scorching sun or snowstorm, braving the heat or accompanying the cold, you will always stare at the winding path with expectation and anxiety ... For many years, I have long been used to seeing you go away before entering the house. May the flowing water of the years solidify forever and carve your rickety figure into an eternal sculpture.
My hometown is green grass, my hometown is a clear stream and my hometown is blue sky. ...
With the passage of time, with the flow of time, that love for my hometown cannot be changed. Because, you are the mother and I am your child!
Excellent composition 7 "Friends walk together for a lifetime, and those days are gone, in a word, a lifetime, a glass of wine" ... Every time I sing this song, I will think of my good friend, and the time when Zhang Yutong helped me made me remember deeply.
One day, when I was at school and having lunch, I suddenly found that I didn't bring tableware. I'm in a hurry and want to make a phone call at the office. Zhang Yutong saw it and asked me curiously, "Gao Qi, what's wrong with you?" I said, "I didn't bring tableware. I was just about to make a phone call. " "Oh, it's so boring, ha ha, it doesn't matter. I'll get an assistant to help you! " After that, she took out a fork from the tableware and handed it to me and said, "Senior one, here you are!" " "I was amused by Zhang Yutong." Thank you … thank you Zhang … Zhang Zhu … hand. ""Never mind, my assistant Zhang will try his best to help you. " Without saying much, we began to eat. ...
After about 10 minutes, when I finished eating and went to help Zhang wash the fork, Zhang suddenly stopped me: "Hey, what are you doing?" "Go and help you wash the fork." "No, no, no, come and give it to me. Everything is mine, please! " She agreed, knelt on one leg, stretched out her hands, and made a respectful appearance. I have no choice but to give it to her. I silently followed her and saw her singing while washing the fork seriously, which was very leisurely! After washing, put it in the tableware box. ...
A good friend is a friend who gives you a warm helping hand when you are in trouble, not a person who only cares about himself and doesn't think about his friends when you are in trouble!
The cold wind blew gently, and the long corridor was silent. I crouched in the corridor, the sunset sprinkled on me, looking at the boundless sky, and I was deeply immersed in it.
Take out the withered plum blossom, sigh lightly and think silently: Are you all right now? I miss you, you know?
The wind gently brushed my face, as soft as my mother's hand.
Tears slowly slide across the white face, like broken glass with a little fluorescence, flashing in the dark.
The figure that touched you in my mind echoed your voice. My white face was as warm as the sunshine in spring, my bright eyes were as bright as the blue sky, my sweet laughter was as sweet as the sweet spring, and the short oblique bangs fluttered with the wind, which made me look so energetic. Your figure was shining with tears.
The dark sky hung low, and Leng Yue hung alone in the dark sky. The wind is blowing slowly, the trees are swaying, the fluorescent lights are shining in the open space, and my eyes are gently closed. Everything seems so sad. Without your company, no one knows that I am here, no one knows my heart, and no one thinks what I think.
The dark moonlight sprinkled silver on my face, and I didn't know what I felt. Ah, wind, please bring my thoughts to Ji, ah, moonlight, please spread my thoughts to Ji's heart, ah, world, please tell him my thoughts.
The moonlight slanted in through the window and reflected on the ground. There seems to be a layer of frost on the ground, and the whole room is softly wrapped, which reminds people that "the foot of my bed is so bright, can there be frost already?" And their hometown.
Hometown, a soft word, as sweet as cotton candy, but as sharp as an awl, stings your heart and makes you so painful. I grew up in the city, and I have limited time to go back to my hometown. I only have some sporadic memories of my hometown, but I remember it clearly-endless green.
My hometown is surrounded by farmland. Every time I go back to my hometown, my eyes are always green. That kind of green is generous and endless, not as stingy as in the city. Looking around, my mind will suddenly feel a lot more open-minded. That kind of green, soaked the sweat of farmers. Looking at it, there is a heavy sense of responsibility and the joy of harvest, which is unspeakable.
The front of my house is green. Two tall poplars, full of green eyes, carry many beautiful memories. In spring, light green leaves just germinate and dance with the wind. After a while, catkins will float with the spring breeze, and pieces of white poplars will fall from the sky and fly to me, even to my mouth, just like naughty elves. I suddenly reached out and grabbed it, soft and wrapped in a hard ball, which I knew was the seed of spring hope; In the hot summer, the poplar has grown very thick, casting a large shadow on the ground, and my playing position has also shifted to the tree. When eating, grandma simply moved the dining table to the shade, and the family enjoyed the cool while eating. In autumn, the leaves are yellow and flying around me. I know they are leaving and saying goodbye to me, but I also know that this piece of green will accompany me next spring. Ah! I miss my hometown more, and I miss the green of my hometown more. Miss the big stove in my hometown; Miss the high-speed rail flying through the village; I miss my grandparents who live in my hometown ... how I want to fly to my hometown now!
10 the words in the excellent composition of love whisper in the text, and the love in the words is gentle, silent and warm. I love Zhu Ziqing's writing. Every time I read it, it touches the softest place in my heart.
The sentence in his Spring is "Roll some balls on the grass". Isn't this the scene when I was a child, running and jumping in the endless green fields with two sheephorn braids? Raindrops "like ox hair, like filaments, like needles" ride on catkins and fly around me. How free and happy! "There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground." When I was young, we always loved to fly good wishes in this busy season, and the plants that had slept for a winter began to glow. Farmers began to get busy and sow in this beautiful season. It's very lively in the sky and underground!
Read his "Green" carefully, plum rain pool's green seems to be a young girl in his works, slowly coming towards us. "It's like a moist jasper, but you can't see through her", and that "intoxicating green is like a giant lotus leaf covered with strange green"! Makes me feel that green is right in front of me. When I reached out and touched it, my hand turned green, and only he could come up with such a fresh and refined name as "Daughter Green". His desire for green and carols deeply infected everyone who read his words.
I can't forget my father in Back. As I grew older, I gradually understood his concern for me. Maybe most fathers in the world are like this. They are not good at words, but they will struggle to climb to the podium at any time to buy oranges for their children. The figure of "big coat with black cloth and cotton-padded jacket with dark blue cloth" suddenly appeared in my mind, and when I read that his father said that his death was not far away, I finally understood his sadness, and in the same hazy tears, his father's figure emerged.
In contrast, Lu Xun's article is much tougher than Zhu Ziqing's, like a cold and sharp dagger, stabbing the enemy's heart. The same words, different personalities, read quietly, and slowly grow into different you and me.
Love excellent composition 1 1 escape-In the blooming season of Elaeagnus angustifolia in Shaxiang, the faint fragrance came to my nose, and the sound of birds made me forget all my troubles in an instant and immerse myself in this beautiful atmosphere.
There are piles of sand beside the canal. From a distance, the small sand dunes are covered with little green, and reeds sway and rustle like silver bells.
Walking on the sand is always more troublesome than walking on the horse path. When the sun covers half your face, you walk barefoot on the beach with warm feet. I mentioned the sand bath in the book before. I wonder if the sand here is ok? I dug a big pit and lay in it, covered with a thin layer of sand. The sun is no longer as vicious as noon, lying inside, but still warm. I haven't been to the south. Maybe, I can't enjoy bathing on the beach in the south. But lying in the warm embrace of my hometown and enjoying the warmth of my hometown is also a kind of warmth and a kind of warm enjoyment!
The water in the canal is fast and green. The willows beside the canal slightly touched the water and rippled. The sound of the rushing water hitting the valve door also washed away my dissatisfaction and indignation. When I was a child, after every irrigation, there were always some small fish swimming around in the gully. When the water is a little shallow, take off your shoes with your friends and catch fish in a small puddle. Every time I go home, I can always catch a glass bottle full of small fish, but the next day, there are few. At this time, kittens can always feast their eyes. Those little fish always make it meow. Very happy.
I always like to stay quietly on those sand dunes, and I like to stand there and look at the houses in villages and towns not far away; When I am in trouble, I like to stand on it; I like to tell him when I am happy; I like his vastness and his silence.
I love him and depend on him. I yearn for the wonderful world outside, but I still love everything about him. Because he gave birth to me, gave birth to my silence, gave birth to the civilization of Shaxiang and gave birth to my feelings for Shaxiang.
Everything about him intoxicated me. I love him. I love everything about him.
Hometown will always be a magical place, pregnant with us. I love my hometown! Our family can only go back to their hometown during the Spring Festival, so let me cherish the time in my hometown more.
The air in my hometown is very fresh. Compared with the gray sky in the city, the sky in my hometown is particularly blue; Compared with the smog air in the city, the air in my hometown is particularly clean; Compared with the masks that can be seen everywhere in the city, the masks in my hometown are particularly rare ... Every time I go back to my hometown, I will try to breathe more air in my hometown, every inch of my hometown, every plant and tree in my hometown. ...
The starry sky in my hometown is beautiful. In the city, every scene is very depressing: the green clothes of the grass are covered with dust and listless; The dazzling light of the sunset has lost the foil of the clouds, which makes people feel a little monotonous; The lively little fish in the river can't be found ... let alone the starry sky. At night, the stars lost their vitality and hid early and fell asleep. No one could find them. The starry sky in my hometown is not like this: the little star seems to be beaten with chicken blood every day and shines brightly. Against the backdrop of the night, they are so bright and beautiful that people can't believe it.
People in my hometown are very kind. In the city, people are busy and come and go in a hurry. Even if they accidentally bumped into him, he would have disappeared before I apologized. But in my hometown, this will never happen. When people meet, whether they know each other or not, they will first give each other a knowing smile, then say hello and get to know each other again; If you don't know, just know ... anyway, you won't go straight.
Relaxing people's body and mind, cultivating people's sentiment and knowing the natural hometown are my best destination. I love my hometown!
Excellent composition 13 is coming again.
Turn around, near the pond again. Winter is light and spring is still strong.
Accompanied by the whisper of the refreshing wind and the whisper of green trees, I walked around the pond. The branches are in bud, and spring has shown three points. It is no longer a dead branch, but the words of spring give it some vitality.
Leaning against the fence with blue stripes, lowering your eyes, you look at the pool like a mirror. It is not crystal clear, but the dark face is stained with some color, as if it were printed on people's hearts.
Walking, the water is rippling, reflecting the world. Trees enter the curtain, and the green printed on it is spring and life. Green companies remind people of something. Ah, what a China ink painting in Guangshan! Green as the bottom, new rendering, supplemented by yellow, light green, reflected in the water, sparkling, quiet, moving.
Keep going and never stop. An elegant pavilion is located in the middle of the pond. In a trance, there is an ancient meaning. To slow down the spirit is to be impressed by this classical beauty. In the shadow of the pavilion, the plaque is marked with the word "wash your heart" with a red gold hook. Some are faint, falling, looking up, and some are vague and clear. Ambiguity is Shui Ying, clarity is my heart.
Mai. The heart-washing pavilion has passed, but it is a lotus pond. Say "lotus pond", it is summer, spring, withered and folded lotus leaf stalk end has a new one. Calm down. Although it is so quiet, so peaceful and so heavy, I know it is waiting. It gave birth to another kind of life. In the summer when lotus leaves are infinitely bright and lotus flowers are of different colors, do you rely on today's efforts? Work hard in the dark to be bright and colorful.
Looking up, night has come. The sunset fell on the water, and a poem was printed in my heart. "A round of setting sun spreads in the water, half river, half river red." The afterglow sprinkled in Shui Ying naturally has a unique flavor. At this time, my heart is also happy. Yang's words, let the faint water, but also infected with a little warmth. The wind is crazy, the clouds are drunk, just staying. As everyone knows, this sunset still carries a "thank you".
Light, green leaves, pure heart. Water, shadow, overflow. The shadow in the water, Shui Ying, rippled deeply into my heart. Qing, perhaps the most beautiful hint.
Excellent composition 14 wind, all seasons. There are all kinds of winds, including breezes, strong winds, squalls and breezes ... but what impresses me most is the distinctive winds of the four seasons.
Spring breeze is like a gentle girl, caressing everything. The spring breeze brushed my cheek, and I felt intoxicated, touching everyone gently like a pair of invisible and warm big hands. Spring breeze also has a violent side. Spring thunder and spring rain have come, but it is no longer a gentle breeze, but a terrible wind. The wind swept across the earth, and the flowers and trees were bent, interwoven with the beat of spring thunder and spring rain, forming a thrilling symphony. In a short time, everything will be restored. Only the messy leaves can see this "catastrophe", birds begin to sing again, everything begins to develop, and the world returns to its original state.
The summer wind is like a fiery young man. After the sun's "teaching assistant" is in place, its wind power is not generally small. There will be a cool breeze when you are happy. Angry, a burst of heat. No matter how fierce this young man is, he will absolutely obey Xia Yu. As soon as the summer rain arrived, he became happy at once. The cool wind blew for a while, so cool!
Autumn wind, a painter, dyed the tree yellow and orange, and then blew away her masterpiece. Maybe it likes this. Sometimes you don't have to be a painter to blow the fruit ripe. It likes everything that is mature. But there are always some green leaves with it. It got angry, and a cool breeze blew it away at last. It needs a long breath.
The winter wind has no characteristics. But it likes to blow everything away and freeze everything, which is its greatest hobby.
The winds of the four seasons have their own personalities, and my love for them is different.
Excellent composition 15 "Get up quickly, get up quickly, the teacher has already started class, you can't stand it!" I can't go to class yet! "I was awakened by the noise. Rub your eyes and look at your watch. It's past half past seven. I quickly get dressed, get up, brush my teeth, wash my face and eat. Then I rushed to the computer, turned it on, entered my password, and clicked the mouse to enter the online classroom. Many students have already signed in on the platform. In an instant, the teacher came to the "podium". " That was close. That was close. It's over if you want to go to school. Fortunately, the teacher can't see it. At home anyway. I want to sit and listen, and I want to stand. Much more free than the school classroom. In the classroom, you must sit still and listen carefully, "I thought."
Why do you want to take an online class? We must start with novel coronavirus. Strong infectivity, fast spread and wide spread. It has pressed the "pause" button for our life, making our beautiful school time far away. We can't study and play with our classmates on campus, so we can only stay at home. In order not to delay our study, the teachers took measures to stop studying, gave us lectures online and started my online classroom life. I don't have to carry a schoolbag and walk miles to school by bike anymore.
The first class is math class. The teacher gave us electronic teaching materials and video explanation software, and let us watch the explanation video. I clicked on the video, and a small "circle" came out. I kept turning around there, as if playing a prank on me, but I couldn't watch it. Had I known that there would be traffic jams if there were too many cars on the road, would there still be "traffic jams" on the Internet? If you had gone to school, this would not have happened. If you wait, you will be disconnected. Too bad, too bad. Drop the line when you go in, and then go in when you drop it. After many times, I finally got on the line. I looked at the time. This course has passed more than half. Fortunately, videos on the Internet can be replayed and watched at any time. This is my first class on the Internet.
With the experience of the first class, the following online classes gradually become more and more smooth. But I still hope that the epidemic will pass as soon as possible, start school as soon as possible, and attend classes, study and have fun with teachers and classmates on campus.