The days with you 1 Looking through our photos, memories are looming, and now I want to tell you that I need you! In the storm, you silently held up an umbrella for me, and when you cried, you gently wiped away my tears.
I remember it was on a physical education class. The white clouds in the sky are like stars, and the sunshine around them is so warm. The teacher let us move freely on the clean playground. At this moment, you and I are playing at high speed on the playground. While we were having fun, I tripped over a stone, fell to the ground and scraped my leg. For an instant, I felt a feeling of pain. I sat on the ground, at a loss, because I couldn't walk because of the pain, so you helped me walk slowly to the classroom step by step.
When I go up the stairs, you hold me and carefully help me go upstairs. My whole body weight is on you. No sooner had I walked one floor than your head began to sweat. It pains me to see you like this. I shook my hand and cried, "I don't need your help, I'll do it myself!" " After hearing this sentence, you looked at me blankly, and I walked forward step by step in pain. You watched me rush upstairs, grabbed my hand and said to me with a kind smile, "I'll help you!" " I look at your firm eyes, I don't know when, two lines of tears flow down.
When I get to the classroom, you help me to my seat and put my feet on the chair next to me. You open my trouser legs, take out a piece of paper from me, put it on the bleeding place of my leg, and then hurriedly take out another piece of paper and run to the sink upstairs opposite our class. I looked at your busy figure, and moved tears flowed down again. You sacrificed playing time for me.
After washing my legs, you found the adhesive in the classroom and made me a band-aid. Then you help me up and walk slowly with me step by step. I looked at your sweaty clothes and suddenly understood the true meaning of friendship.
My friend, thank you for being with me for so many years and helping me so much. Our friendship will last forever.
At dawn, the mist filled the room, and it was cool. The wind gently brushed my cheek, as if the warm palm of a loving mother touched me. Rain, dripping down, dripping on cheeks, dripping on the earth, dripping in my heart. Rowing a boat, leisurely crossing the river of memory, forgetting time and years, but those past events surfaced.
My teacher passed away a few years ago. He left his peaches and plums, his beloved career and his cherished motherland forever. His peaches and plums and epiphyllum are the most unforgettable things in his life. I take care of this epiphyllum.
Time flies day by day, epiphyllum absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, grows day by day, and gives birth to a small, gentle but timid bud, like a sleepy fairy. Every night, I will look at her quietly in front of the window, expecting her to surprise all beings. But she let me down again and again, like blooming again and again, but sleeping again and dreaming again and again.
Tonight, as usual, I sat at the window and looked at her quietly, but there was no hope. You, she is swaying, and the petals nestled together are slowly blooming. Bai Hua Xin carefully explored the day outside the flower exploration, but Bai Yu Linglong was not as good as her. She likes cold and despises excitement, not to escape from the surrounding prosperity, but to disdain to compete with the world of mortals during the day.
Her life is nourished by the sun and the moon, quietly brewing elegant fragrance, and her roots are like the notes of apricots, playing the movement of her life.
The same is true of teachers, day after day, year after year, busy late into the night, just for no regrets.
Life is limited, short and fleeting. However, if you let your life live with brilliance and posture, you can let your limited life get an eternal cycle. Just like this little epiphyllum, even if it only blooms for a few hours, when it blooms, it will give everything and become eternal beauty.
She bloomed without regret overnight, which was a tragic sacrifice of a strong man. No regrets.
Epiphyllum, she is still swaying in the wind.
Days with Your Companion Composition 3 The breeze caressed my face and blew over my head, remembering the days with your company.
Accompanied by you, always go back to the past, like wandering blindly in the whirlpool of memories. When I met the harbor, I got off the boat and crossed over. Then I got on the boat and went on ... when I reached the place where the sea and the sky met, I looked up at the beach in front of me and my tears finally dried up.
With you, always look forward, like walking in a blank dimension. In nothingness and death, I reached for it, but only scratched at the air. A door appeared in front of me, and the doorplate was marked with "doctor", "teacher" and "actor" ... Each door opened a crack slightly, and I slowly approached those doors. After walking through every door, I found that there was only deep darkness behind every door, as if absorbing people's spirit. I slowly leaned against a black door with a picture of Phnom Penh and sat down. Bury your head under your arm and wake up. ...
I am always busy for you. Outside the window, it's quiet. I only hear the sound of the wind blowing. I only lit a small lamp, and my pen was buried in the text. Sleepiness turns into vines and grows out of the ground. The hour hand clicked and took another step feebly. I was buried.
With you, the past is not the past, the present is not the present, and the future is not the future. Is to see the future become the present and the past.
Like water, you can't catch it, but you can throw stones in; You, like the wind, can't see, but you can blow off the leaves; You, like a fog, can't figure it out. You think you escaped, but people got lost in it.
With you, I just love and hate!
Memories of my days with you are like a flower blooming in my heart, petals falling in the morning, and I pick it up at night, and it still reveals its fragrance.
The days with you are the days I want to go back most.
I remember that time, we had the same topic, the same joke, and the most unforgettable thing-our boss. Casual words can evoke our smiling faces, and laughter becomes the same action as us. I think everyone was very sweet and beautiful at that time. The boss often says, "ours is a collective." Yes, we are, so, in the face of difficulties, we summon up our motivation; In the face of victory or failure, we are ready. Everyone is integrated into this big family. There is no mixed phenomenon of good and bad, and there are no jealously jealous classmates, which makes our family warm, happy and full of vitality.
During that time, I used up all my enthusiasm, only hoping that we would become better, live up to ourselves, our boss and all those who love us. In the face of victory or defeat, although we are not the best, we have tried our best and we are still optimistic. It is said that unity is strength, and it really lives up to expectations. Although the days of companionship are coming to an end, I believe that everyone has left precious memories in their hearts, which are hidden in our hearts and support us to move forward and move towards the future.
"It has nothing to do with flowers, it seems to meet Yan." Even when we are leaving, we are still sad, but the future is still beckoning to us. I hope that each of us will not forget our initial heart and regain our memories on the way forward. The days with you are so happy that I can't express it in words. Occasionally, I always spell my name wrong. Then I realized:
The days with you have become a pearl in my heart, white and flawless, revealing surprises. Looking back again, I wish you all the best.
Do you still remember the days when you met, met, knew each other and accompanied you?
That black bench, still quietly curled up in that corner. ...
Meet in autumn
Six years of wind and rain, six years of happiness, starting from the entrance ceremony.
That day, I sat on that black bench and felt sorry for my embarrassing conversation with my friends. At this moment, you sit quietly beside me.
"What are you doing?" I looked up and saw your clear black eyes. Those eyes are staring at me.
"In a daze." I answered casually.
"Let's play together!" Before I could answer, you dragged me to the playground. That day, I was laughing even when I was doing my homework. So, you and I met.
With winter
You were born tall and strong, and you were the first to be selected for the school track team. People like me who are "simple in mind and simpler in limbs" can only stare blankly. That day, you watched me shivering in the corner of the classroom and dragged me to the PE teacher.
"Teacher, I want to train with him today." The teacher gave me a look and said, "Go ahead." In that training, my coat was soaked through. Then we sat on the black bench, drinking water and talking about our feelings until my parents came to see me.
Summer parting
It was dark that day.
The classroom is also gray. Where is the classroom full of laughter? I don't know.
I said nothing to you except "goodbye".
I sat on the black bench for a long time and left a few tears on it when I left.
Take another look at that bench, it will be engraved in your soul forever.
I don't know. Do you remember the days when I met you, met you, met you and accompanied you?
How important it is for everyone to be friends! When I am with my friends, I feel very happy and warm.
You are my warm sunshine in winter. The game was sunny and cloudless in Wan Li. At the referee's whistle, the centers of both sides picked the ball, but it was obviously our center who picked the ball but was taken away by the enemy striker! The enemy striker, like a tiger, went down the mountain and took the lead in throwing at our basket with lightning speed and scoring first. ...
Relying on the enemy's repeated breakthroughs, our players gradually lost confidence and had no intention of fighting again. At this time, I saw you coming to watch the battle on the physical education class. You found me defeated and said, "it's okay, I can help you later!" " "From your firm eyes, I gradually found my heart." It's good. "I respond to you with the same firm eyes.
In this way, I will train with you, rain or shine. You taught me how to shoot and how to get rid of the enemy's attack. ...
My skills are improving day by day. In the second scene, my sweat and tears were not in vain. I used the skills you taught me flexibly. Our team scored four goals in a row, and no one could prevent it. You looked at me with a pleased smile on your face. That kind of eyes let me know what a true friend is. Your friendship with me is a slow-growing plant, and its tendrils have already crept into our hearts.
Your help to me is beyond the reach of other friends. You made me like basketball and fell in love with it. It is basketball that makes me happy and makes many new friends with it.
You are like a guitar in a happy day, playing the happiness of life for me. You are like a lamp in a depressed day of failure, silently driving away the haze of my heart. You are my true friend.
Memory is looming, it is the most precious wealth, and it is everywhere wherever you go. Like gold, it always shines in the corner; Like a flower, it is in bud in my heart. Even after the wind and rain, it will not dissipate. It's good to have you with me when I grow up.
On that day, I first stepped into the school gate and walked along the forest path, and a colorful scene came into view. It was also on that day that we first met. The rope of fate binds us tightly together. Maybe it's like this: because you were bullied after not giving snacks to the proud little princess, the tall man in the past became so helpless and wronged. I found you in an abandoned corner, just the two of us. Your eyes are full of enthusiasm, telling your innocence. I feel wronged for you. There was a sentence that I couldn't forget. I said it myself: "Cry, it will make you feel better." In the future, only I can bully you in this world. All my snacks are yours. If someone bullies you, come to me and let me support you.
Another time, we were walking home with a smile and came to a fork in the road. When we touched our schoolbag, we froze. Why not? So is this one. The breeze is swaying, but there is a figure, at a loss. Looking around, she didn't go far and caught up. "I ... I don't have my key." I had butterflies in my stomach. Unexpectedly, she dragged me into the house without saying anything.
Back home, she was warmly treated. In an instant, the snacks on the table were piled up and the TV was turned on. They are sitting in the same bed. Unconsciously, there was movement in that room. That afternoon, I was no longer bored, and time passed very quickly.
There is a place to rest temporarily when you can't go home. Someone laughs with you on the flower and bird road. When you are listless, there is always such a person who is inseparable. Many years later, all you can think about is: it's good to have company.