Tisch

How many times have you fallen while practicing walking? You taught me to be strong. How many times I failed the exam, you taught me to work hard; How many times have you given me an umbrella and got wet? You taught me how to give … Mom, please let me tell you loudly: "I love you!" " "I can't grow up without my parents' education ... every word, every movement and every look deeply affects me. Mother is a sky that supports my growth.

Mentor is the flower of spring, which makes you refreshing; Mentor is the spring breeze in summer, which makes you feel refreshed; Mentor is the sunset glow in autumn, which makes you linger; A good teacher is the fire in winter, which makes you happy. On the road of growth, every teaching, every criticism and every conviction of a good teacher are the footprints of growth. "One day as a teacher, life as a father." Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating us.

Friends are the most trustworthy partners. He will always help you when you are in trouble. When you are unhappy, he will accompany you quietly and don't talk. When you are disappointed, he is always the first to comfort you and try to make you happy. "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor", what a concise poem! It contains true friendship. Every encouragement, every concern and every listening make me happy. On the road of growing up, because I have friends, I have never been lonely, sad or troubled. I sing for my friends: "In a word, for life." A glass of wine, the love of a lifetime ... "

On the way forward, although there are many difficulties, I am accompanied by my family, teachers and friends. All this is nothing.

extreme

Walking alone in the street at night, with headphones in my ears, walking on a deserted street. Occasionally, he leans against the street lamp, looks at the sky, unconsciously blows a foreign bubble and doesn't want to go home. He just wants to go on like this, walk from street to street without pressure, occasionally go to a nearby store to buy a bottle of Sprite, and then move on. ...

After returning home, I threw myself into my homework without hesitation, and kept calculating the calculation problems with a pen in my hand. Is this progress useful for my grades? The answer is no. But I still keep going like this. ...

Another parent-teacher conference, the result is always the same. As always, there is no change. When I got home, I got another scolding. After that, I was alone in the room, and my efforts were washed away by everything around me again and again. But I still insist, because I haven't touched my dream yet. I can't just give up. At least let me see the door of hope first. ...

All my persistence stems from a man who once ran wildly on the playground. That day, I walked out of the classroom with my dissatisfied report card and went to the playground to relieve my mood. I saw him. He was running on the playground, his eyes fixed on the front, his feet were fast, his mouth was panting, and the sweat in his black hair was dripping wildly in the wind, but he still looked forward with his chest out. Suddenly, I seem to understand. There are countless ways out, but every way is full of danger. As long as you keep looking forward and running hard, you can touch your dreams and your hopes.

I ran wildly in the street with my schoolbag on my back, and that drop of tears floated in the wind.

Keep walking, keep working hard, keep struggling, and you will see the door of your dream.

Tisso

Some people say that love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward in the dark; Some people say that love is a poem that warms a longing heart in the cold; It is also said that love is a key that can open a long-forgotten lock; I said, love is a box of luggage, with which you can embark on the journey of life without scruple.

When I was a child, I tasted the taste of love in the warm embrace of my mother and the cordial call of my father. Since then, I have loved this feeling of being cared for.

I wonder if you remember who helped us walk from one end of the road to the other when we were toddlers? I don't know if you remember who took the trouble to cover us when we kicked off the quilt again and again in the middle of the night? Yes, it is our parents. It is because of them that we can thrive day by day. One night, when I was doing my homework under the desk lamp, I took a sip of mother's milk and suddenly felt a little warm in my heart. I realized that love is so simple that it can be summarized by a cup of tea, an umbrella or even a greeting.

Sometimes letting go can also be a kind of love. When we grow up, we need more opportunities to go it alone. Without our parents, we can soar in our own sky. The rainstorm swept us, and we were not afraid. Lightning split off, inspiring us to forge ahead. Because we know that only by honing ourselves in setbacks can we grow faster and better.

The ocean of love is unfathomable, and the blue sky of love is boundless. We are wandering in this sea, and we are soaring above this blue sky. With the support of love, we can come and go freely, ups and downs.

Parents' concern and care for us will never disappear. When we are sad, our parents are the first people we talk to. When we are happy, our parents will be the first to share with us.

There are many kinds of love in this world, but only parents' love for their children can make us remember the deepest, and only parents' encouragement can make us show our confidence and play our level.

Love's luggage is light, but it helps us a lot. Let's set sail with the luggage of love. Now, let's go!