The wind brushed my cheek like silk, itchy and soft. It disturbed my black hair like kindness, as if I heard my mother urging me gently. No, not only the mother, but also something more special, louder and stronger-the teacher's instructions. Thinking of "Touching China" I just watched last night, a tear wet my wet cheek. Evaporate tears like gentle wind and let them float in the air, but it has been holding them and comforting: "Don't cry, son ..."
Why is this sentence so familiar? Yesterday, her acceptance speech seemed vivid, and every word was in her heart: "Don't cry, son, that's the most beautiful lesson in your life. Your teacher, she lost her legs, but put wings on herself; She is not much older than you, but she has taught us a lot. It is said that there is no rehearsal in life, but even if she faces that moment again, this is her constant choice. "
Who can have such a great heart? At present, the roar of cars resounded through the sky, and before the students could express their grief, her firm figure pushed the students away. A smile as strong and kind as the spring breeze reappeared in my mind. I also think of her words that make the hearts of the whole world blossom: "This is my instinct. I am almost 30 years old and have been with my parents for 30 years. Those children are still young and their happy life has just begun. "
"Which teacher is not the spring breeze? What the teacher brought to the students was not timely warmth, rain and sunshine. They floated away gently, but left us these blooming spring flowers!
Standing on the sacred platform, they are full of maternal brilliance and father's rigor. They not only brought profound knowledge. More, it is self-evident love between teachers and students. Who knows, behind the three-foot platform is a different kind of hard work and unspeakable sweat.
I opened my eyes and took a deep breath of spring oxygen. I smell love! What a beautiful spring day! Love to write hymns, in the wind of youth is so warm and dazzling.
Her beauty and love can flow around like a trickle, and her courage and perseverance can erupt like a thunderbolt. This spring, he made flower of life bloom with infinite fragrance! My tears blurred my blurred eyes again, and the spring breeze has been caring for me, nourishing me and charging me.
At that moment, my world blossomed in spring.