God gave people a thinking brain, and people have too many ideas. Qianshan's intimate friends, who are thousands of miles away, and relatives who are close at hand but can't meet each other, have become their worries. This is the thinking of ordinary people-Qianshan is always in love. Distance creates endless troubles. But today's concern is always at the moment when I suddenly look back. The lonely goose circled and flew out with unusual worries.
Looking back on the past is like the wind, looking back like a dream, looking back at the heart is still the same, and looking back at the moment is eternal. Recall the time when you struggled to be a teacher's pet; Think about the time when we desperately cried for the annoying soundtrack; What I can't forget is that in the past, in order to indulge the landscape with my friends, I was angry with the headmaster who made us hate to the extreme every day ... how much joy and sadness can a person have in his life? Looking for feelings in memories, remembering in caring, so, bitter and happy intertwined, everything becomes within reach, but so far away. The call of heart and heart is like two relatively moving iron balls. Only the thread that binds them together in a loose form will magnetically collide with the spark of reason. However, when will that thread, the thread that binds the iron ball, be untied?
Looking back suddenly, I found that everything was so kind and out of reach. I always thought that when the wind passed without a shadow and the clouds passed without a shadow, all the hardships I tasted would be sweet, and all the passers-by would leave smiling faces ... Oh, what a naive idea. I was young and ignorant in exchange for today's embarrassment! The bitter roots planted in the past have finally blossomed and borne fruit. Because of ignorance, I lost everything that should have belonged to me, and lost that innocent feeling. Tears of youth dance with snowflakes.
There are special thoughts on special days, because there are too many memories in my heart, and sadness is inevitable, which leads to endless concern. No smiles, no promises, it's as simple as that. The trace of a passerby in a season of life plays an important role in my heart. Miss, tangled in care, diffuse.
Concerned about a indifferent secular heart, concerned about a boat drifting Wang Yang, concerned about a piece of colored paper full of youth, concerned about ... always looking back, everything has become an indelible history, deeply branded in my heart, and now, only endless concern for you, my friend. It's been a month or two since school started, but I've been worried about you, my friend. When I was in primary school, you and I were so close. Now that we are separated, how can you not ask me to care about you, my friend? During primary school, how many people knew me best except you? You impressed me so much that you stayed with me for so long. That's all. How can I not care about you? Your relationship with me is extraordinary. If I am a pianist, you are my confidant; If I am a breeze, then you are the bright moon; If I am a mountain, then you are running water. Since you and I have so much in common, how can we not let me care about you? As the saying goes: bosom friends are hard to find. I don't know if you care about me, but I want to tell you that I am fine and have found many close friends. We often discuss some problems, and we don't know how good it is. You don't have to worry about me. I don't know if you're having a good life these days, whether you're bored, whether junior high school life is better than primary school … many problems. I know, I may ask for nothing. Compared with your appeal and charm, you have had a miserable life! You should be happy every day at this time. Maybe it's because of your influence, maybe it's the natural expression of feelings after spending too long with you! Let me still care so much about you. At the same time, I also care about my two good friends in primary school. They are in your school, so you must take care of each other. Really: "life is still life, and the two places meet again after nine intervals." Years have not diminished the courage of the year, and the feelings of concern are in my heart. "This should be a poem after our long separation! I named this poem Divorce to commemorate our parting! Concerned about you, my friend, how can I forget you?
Grandma's concern and care, care is a kind of worry, a kind of love, a kind of humanity. Once my parents went out, I don't know. I didn't care in the morning. At noon, I miss him a little. I went crazy at night and ran to menstruation's house in slippers. I thought they must be there, but they didn't. I went to the fourth wife's house, but not yet. I went to my second mother's house again, but I still didn't. So I left. I walked as if someone was following me. I run, so does he. I thought it was all over. I didn't find my parents, but I found a bad guy. I had a brainwave and ran to a corner. When he came over, I stuck my foot and tripped him. I went in and looked, ah, it was my grandmother. I asked, "Why do you always follow me?" Grandma said, "If anything happens to you, how can I tell your parents?" I cried: "How did you fall?" She said, "Nothing, nothing." I lifted my grandmother up and said, "You broke it, but you said nothing. Let's go and help you go home. " In the morning, my parents came back, and I said to them loudly, "Where have you been? My milk fell down. " Say that finish, I angrily returned to my room. Shut the door with a bang Caring is a kind of love, and I think only grandma's concern is the best love. Be sure to come back to Zhao Jie and take my father's car and walk on the gravel road: "Grandma misses you, I hope you can go back and have a look." Recalling what my mother told me, I can't help feeling sad. Finally arrived at the most remote place-grandma's house. Into the yard: a group of chickens are eating their food with relish. On the other side, there is a pile of corn. Grandma is frying chestnuts, and everything seems very quiet. In such a quiet place, these two days seem to be "isolated". I think. At this time, when grandma saw us coming back, she immediately smiled on her face. "Oh, you're back. Come on in!" Grandma said. When I entered the room, grandma took out all the delicious food at home and spread it on the kang. Those foods seem to have been there for many days, so I had to bite the bullet and eat a small piece of rock sugar. I deliberately said that the road was too bad to walk, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. I want to lie down for a while. "Grandma listened and took out the quilt in the cupboard and made it for me. This quilt is very clean, unlike the one covered. After a day, we were leaving, and grandma reluctantly said to me, "Come back after the holiday!" """Maybe." I said softly. On the way back to the bump, only one more person was waving. A few days after returning home, my aunt called me and said, "You miss you. You must go home for your holiday. " I put down the phone and complained about grandma's nagging. Suddenly, someone came outside the door. It turned out that my uncle gave me something wrapped in a handkerchief and said, "This is the milk you gave you." I opened it. Dozens of rock candy. It turned out that grandma saw me eating rock candy that day and thought I loved it, so. "When you have a holiday, be sure to come back!" A simple sentence can make me feel sour.