Story of Spring 1 In this beautiful and warm season, our school organized a large-scale spring outing, and all the teachers and students went out together.

Grade 123 was directly taken to the Buddhist temple by parents, and three senior students walked to the Buddhist temple. It is also a challenge for us to walk to the Buddhist temple in the scorching sun.

At 8: 20 in the morning, we set off on time. The army marched on the Great Buddha Temple in a mighty way. The sun hanging in the sky is like a big fireball, and the fierce sunlight shines on our heads, making people unable to open their eyes. After walking for a while, we were sweating profusely. At this time, teacher Zhang, the head teacher, came over and encouraged everyone to say, "Hold on a little longer, and we will arrive soon."

After about twenty minutes' walk, we entered the Great Buddha Temple Scenic Area. As soon as we walked into the gate, we were presented with towering trees full of tender leaves. The students seem to have entered the summer resort, and the sweat has been collected a lot at once, and people feel much cooler. Teacher Zhang told us that there is a green lawn not far from our rest destination.

After Baiyun Lake and a camphor tree forest, we finally came to the big lawn. Students are in groups of three or five, and students with cushions occupy a cool place early. Everyone takes out all kinds of snacks from their bags. There are fruits, potato chips, biscuits and pizza ... the snacks on the mat can almost open a snack shop. We are enjoying the delicious food, joy and scenery brought by nature.

The school also arranged for us to enjoy the tea ceremony performance carefully prepared by the students, and the graceful movements of the performers attracted applause from the audience.

Happy times are always so short, and when we return, we are reluctant to leave the Buddhist temple. There are always so many beautiful things in spring, and a spring outing is really, really beautiful!

Story 2 in Spring Spring is a garden full of flowers, full of colors, and even the road to the grave is full of spring. Let's have a look!

"Wow, grandma's house is coming!"

"Well, the dishes are all ready!"

I climbed into grandma's tricycle with great interest and sat on a small bamboo chair. Urged grandma, "grandma! Great grandfather is too anxious! " "all right! You can go now! "

We walked through the green fields in the countryside, as if we could not see the edge at a glance, as if the green ocean was rolling. Grandma kept greeting the villagers.

Gradually, we came to the Woods. The dark green leaves are shaking, listen! The sound of birds singing is the melody of spring.

Grandma stopped the tricycle and went to grandma's grave.

At the end of the grave, I heard a loud noise. It turned out that Wang Laoji fell down wearing a hat and his clothes were wet by more than half. How disappointing!

Back to grandma's house, my mother picked up a towel to wipe my body.

Spring is as picturesque as a dream. It is really "work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and the riverside is as green as blue." Spring is like a naughty doll, it brings joy wherever it goes. Spring is like a painter, waving a brush heartily and dressing up every corner of the motherland. Spring is like an alarm clock, which wakes up hibernating animals and brings warmth.

Story 3 in spring: A little ant hibernates in an ant hole and is suddenly awakened by a sound. He went out of the hole to see what had happened, but he couldn't open his eyes because of the dazzling light. "Winter has passed and spring has come!" Birds are chirping merrily. The little ant said, "So it's spring now."

The little ant walked up and met a grass. The grass said happily, "It was spring that nurtured me and made me grow sturdily. If it weren't for spring, I would have died! " "

The little ant walked and saw a delicate little flower. Xiaohua said happily, "don't look at me so beautiful. The sun shines on me and makes me charming!" " "

A spring breeze blew, and the little ant was blown into wisteria. Wisteria said happily, "Thanks to spring as my motivation, I climb very fast." Just finished, wisteria has grown a lot.

Another spring breeze is blowing, and the little ants are caught in again. The spring breeze said kindly, "The wind in spring is very soft, which makes people feel very comfortable, that is, we make plants grow faster and make them grow healthier!" "

Just then, the wind brought the little ant home. The little ant said, "Spring is so nice!" "

Story 4 in Spring Today, the teacher took us to observe the beautiful spring. We happily came to the downstairs of the primary school. A row of willows danced with the wind. Willow branches are covered with bright green leaves, as if wearing new clothes. A spring breeze blew, and the willows were braided.

We came to the rape field along a path. Rape the tall and short, and the short hides behind the tall. It turns out that they are playing hide and seek.

Colorful flowers immediately attracted our attention. Every flower tries to stretch its neck, for fear that it will fall behind others, that it will not enjoy the first sunshine, and that it will become the tail of spring. The flowers sticking out their heads look up at the starry sky, staring blankly at the starry sky. The grass on the side is also working hard. They wriggled off the land. Tell their stories to Spring.

Handfuls of magical keys have opened a magical and beautiful spring.

Story of Spring 5 Looking forward to, looking forward to, winter has passed, spring has come, and the earth happily opens its eyes as if it had just woken up.

White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the arrival of spring attracts the aviator-the swallow. The sunshine washed away the heaviness of winter.

By the river, there is a dancing girl, Liu Cui, waving branches and dancing in the breeze. This dance attracted the birds, who ran around the willows as if enjoying this elegant dance.

In the park, colorful flowers are blooming, which makes the park look beautiful. People who see these flowers will definitely forget all their troubles and become very happy. Grass is not lost to flowers, here and there, like naughty children squeezing out their little heads.

In this beautiful spring, I went to my grandpa's house happily.

When I first arrived in front of Grandma Zhang's house next door, Grandpa was lowering his head and seemed to be thinking about something. Grandma Zhang also looked sad, so I went over and asked what was going on.

Grandpa frowned and said, "I was chatting with Grandma Zhang just now. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew and closed the door, but the key was on the chair in the room. I am trying my best to help. " I thought, there must be a window in the back. I tried to get to the back, and sure enough, there was a window, and it was still half open. God helped me!

But there is barbed wire on the window, I can't get in, but I can't beat me! I bought a box of chewing gum at the grocery store first, then I found a long bamboo pole, then I carefully put the bamboo pole in the room, and when the key stuck, I slowly took it back, and finally I gave it to Grandma Zhang. Grandpa gave me a thumbs-up sign.

Ah! In spring, you gave me happiness, you gave me warmth, you gave me brilliance, you gave me beauty, and you gave me unexpected enlightenment.

The Story of Spring Spring has come, and several breezes and several Mao Mao rains have washed away the heaviness of winter. Buds have sprouted in the soil, flowers are gradually blooming, green buds have sprouted on branches, and some fruit trees have sprouted new branches. On this spring day, I came to Nanqiao Guhua Garden. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw a pavilion full of China's history, next to trees of all sizes, and a pair of Spring Festival couplets at the entrance. Walking, my mother and I came to a small bridge and took some photos.

Somehow, we came to a stage where there were fragments of opera. I stood there listening, but there were more people singing on the stage in front of me. I suddenly feel as if I have traveled through time and space. I sat in front of the stage in ancient clothes and watched Master Mei Lanfang sing there. The more I listened, the more fascinated I became, but suddenly I heard my mother say, "OK, stop listening, let's go!" "

So I came to my senses and reluctantly told my mother that they would get along. On the way, I couldn't help thinking of the photos of my mother standing on the boat in costume when I was a child, and suddenly I felt that my mother was similar to the people on the stage! Later, because my father hadn't seen us on the boat for more than a year, my mother and I took some photos and sent them to my father. In the afternoon, we came to the park behind the community, and the sunshine was particularly bright. My mother, my sister and aunt and I brought some food and some tablecloths to lie flat on the lawn, not to mention how comfortable it is. If we are hungry, we will take something. Because it was so boring, we played cards there, not to mention how happy we were. Actually, there are many stories in spring. You must have some unforgettable stories too!

Story of Spring 7 Spring has come, and several breezes and light rains have washed away the heaviness of winter. Buds have sprouted in the soil, flowers are gradually blooming, green buds have sprouted on branches, and some fruit trees have sprouted new branches.

On this spring day, I came to Nanqiao Guhua Garden. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw a pavilion full of China's history, next to trees of all sizes, and a pair of Spring Festival couplets at the entrance. Walking, my mother and I came to a small bridge and took some photos.

Somehow, we came to a stage where there were fragments of opera. I stood there listening, but there were more people singing on the stage in front of me. I suddenly feel as if I have traveled through time and space. I sat in front of the stage in ancient clothes and watched Master Mei Lanfang sing there. The more I listened, the more fascinated I became, but suddenly I heard my mother say, "OK, stop listening, let's go!" " So I came to my senses and reluctantly told my mother that they would get along.

On the way, I couldn't help thinking of the photos of my mother standing on the boat in costume when I was a child, and suddenly I felt that my mother was similar to the people on the stage!

Later, because my father hadn't seen us on the boat for more than a year, my mother and I took some photos and sent them to my father.

In the afternoon, we came to the park behind the community, and the sunshine was particularly bright. My mother, my sister and aunt and I brought some food and some tablecloths to lie flat on the lawn, not to mention how comfortable it is. If we are hungry, we will take something.

Because it was so boring, we played cards there, not to mention how happy we were.

Actually, there are many stories in spring. You must have some unforgettable stories too!

Story of Spring Spring has really come, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and everything is reviving. There are many stories in the beautiful spring. Please listen to me tell a thrilling story today!

It was a spring morning. I just woke up from my sleep and found a note on my bed, which roughly means: Cheng Cheng, mom worked overtime today, and your father didn't come back. You should take care of yourself at home alone.

Suddenly, I was depressed because I had never cooked. How am I supposed to live? Hey! By the way, you can cook instant noodles! Thought of here, I was relieved, immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the living room to see the time. It's already morning 10 .. I quickly sat in the chair, ate the breakfast my mother left me, and then concentrated on my homework. As I wrote, my stomach suddenly growled. It was lunch time. It seems that I can only solve my stomach problem by myself.

In the kitchen, I gently tore off the instant noodle bag, put the hard noodles into the pot and cooked the tutor: Zhang Qingjun, get up. I found another small bowl and poured the seasoning in. After a few minutes, I feel that instant noodles should be cooked almost! So I was going to pour it into a small bowl, but as soon as I opened the lid, something unfortunate happened: the pot caught fire. Looking at the red flame in front of me, I almost froze and quickly poured water into the pot. But the fire not only didn't go out, but also grew stronger. What can we do? I stamped my feet in a hurry, but it's no use being in a hurry! At this most dangerous time, I suddenly remembered a sentence: if the pot is on fire, cover it. So I quickly picked up the pot cover and the fire slowly went out. Oh, dear! Oh, my God! You scared the crap out of me. When I checked it again and confirmed that it really came out, I was relieved. But when I opened the lid again, I saw instant noodles sticking to the bottom of the pot. My heart is full of depression. It seems that we have to eat dry instant noodles to satisfy our hunger today. The birds outside the window are also singing, as if laughing at my carelessness.

This spring is the most unforgettable, because it makes me understand that I can no longer live a life of "mouth to mouth, clothes to reach out".

Story of Spring 9 Winter is gradually passing by. In late spring and early summer, the mountains are full of gorgeous flowers. A gust of wind blew and the flowers swayed gracefully in the breeze. In this warm spring season in bloom, my father and I climbed Mount Chaya.

It was Saturday, and my father woke me up early in the morning and told me that there was good news. I got up in a hurry happily. I ran to my father and said, "Dad, what's the good news?" Will you take me out to play today? "Dad smiled, but refused to tell me. I pestered my father, but he couldn't help saying, "Your mother is working today, shall I take you to climb the mountain?" "wow! Dad, you are so happy. Let's go climbing! "I jumped three feet for joy. I hurried to wash my face and brush my teeth. After finishing all the work, I ran to the refrigerator and got two bottles of drinks. Then I ran to the car and went to Jaya Mountain with my father.

Soon, we arrived at the foot of Jaya Mountain. I looked up and said, "Wow, how can we climb so high?" Hearing this, the father replied directly, "Don't you have the confidence to climb to the top of the mountain?" I thought about it. If I can persist, I believe I can climb to the top of the mountain. I confidently said to my father, "I believe we will climb to the top of the mountain!" " "Dad is also very confident, and we climbed the mountain together without saying anything.

Halfway up the hill, I was panting with fatigue. At that time, I really wanted to have a bed or a sofa for me to sit on. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and I felt a little cold, as if the wind was encouraging me to move on. I tried to stand up and climb with my father. When we climbed to the top of the mountain, I looked around. Few people insist on climbing up. I looked down and the person next to me was reflected on the clear water, which looked like water.

My father and I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. My father patted me on the shoulder: "Persistence will win, and only if you are willing to work hard will you succeed." After listening to my father's words, my heart was full of sweetness.

In this spring when a hundred flowers blossom, I know how to persist.

Story of Spring 10 Spring, a warm and comfortable season, is full of cool breeze, and bangs from the girl next door riding a bicycle are dancing with youth and joy in the sun. Drive away the cold winter, unload the heavy cotton-padded clothes and let the soul fly freely in the spring breeze. Let's go and see and listen to those things in spring.

On a country road, a boy riding a bike is chasing another boy who doesn't ride a bike. Are they comparing the impact of tools on human beings? Obviously not. They are playing a game of cat and mouse. The little mouse cleverly hid behind the tree, and the bike boy caught up with it. Inadvertently, bicycles and people were stuck in the middle of trees. The little mouse poked its head out, made a face and dragged its partner out of the middle of the tree. So, their laughter carries the spring breeze to travel.

In an alfalfa field dyed green by the spring rain, several children squatted there with empty schoolbags beside them, but they kept laughing and joking and forgot their mother's instructions. It's time for the birds to go home. When I looked at the bag again, it was full of light green alfalfa. The children who picked a lot gave some to other children, and then they went home happily holding hands. At the door, pugs wagged their tails to meet them.

One sunny morning, a father took his daughter by the hand to climb the mountain. In the early morning, two ant-like figures fell together on the mountain road. My daughter has long wanted to climb the mountain with her father, but the mountain of homework weighed her down. Spring came, and the opportunity finally came, so the father and daughter climbed to the top of the mountain hand in hand. The sun seems to be near, and the wind seems to be much cooler. Grass in spring, trees in spring, fields in spring, and farmers' uncles who are busy farming in spring all become models in the sand table. What an interesting day!

One day is called Friday, one class is called Class 92, and the other class is called Activity Class. There are a group of girls staying in the classroom. What are they doing? It turned out that they were eating ice cream, and the spring sunshine was so warm that people were thirsty after a short sun exposure, so they scraped together enough money. After a while, the "angel" brought ice cream. After munching on this cold and delicious food, my hair suddenly stood on end again, so I ran out to meet the sunshine. When the bell rang, the ice cream finally melted in my stomach.

Spring stories can't be told, and spring songs can't be sung. Let's fly our dreams in spring and walk through every morning with the sound of birds singing.

The story of spring 1 1 In spring, the sun is shining and flowers are in full bloom. Birds sing from the Woods, and the spring water in the mountain stream is Ding Dong. I am bathed in this infinite spring and feel the vitality of nature.

In the park, colorful flowers show people a beautiful life. People visit in groups, including those who enjoy flowers, take pictures and fly kites ... everywhere is full of the breath of spring. Suddenly, a paper ball rolled in front of me with the wind. I looked down and found that there was so much garbage that no one saw in this beautiful spring. At this moment, a little girl came into my sight. She didn't appreciate this charming flower, but looked around as if thinking about something. When I approached her, I only heard her say, "Mom, why are there all paper balls on the ground?" Why are there so many flowers bent over? Why do you want to pick flowers and take pictures? Let's not do this, okay? "Her mother didn't answer, but bent down and gently lifted the flowers, reached for the paper ball and walked to the trash can. The little girl also learned silently. Unconsciously, the mother and daughter slowly disappeared from my sight.

This reminds me of a simple and meaningful sentence: "There is a kind of wealth called spirit and a kind of nobility called civilization." And where did the civilization in life go? Uncivilized phenomena such as littering, spitting and "visiting here" can be seen everywhere in public places in tourist attractions, which makes the beautiful spring eclipsed!

If everyone keeps telling touching stories like this mother and daughter, life will be more harmonious and beautiful, and spring will be more beautiful and moving!

The story of spring 12 Heraclitus said that the sun is new every day. It means that everything is constantly changing. But in my memory, the happiness brought by an alley has never changed.

It has no birds and flowers, no flowers in full bloom, but it will always be like spring in my heart. Songyuan, which I saw when I was a child, was full of bungalows, and only a few tall buildings stood sparsely. My spring alley is naturally a member of the bungalow, just diagonally opposite the Ni kiln. Every afternoon after school, I skipped out of the school gate and threw myself into my mother's arms next to my bike. I am very excited.

Because we're going to my favorite alley. Eating is my favorite, and that alley is naturally related to food. When I jumped off the bike, the excitement was even more unbearable.

Being in an alley, vendors' cries, children's cheerful voices, and adults' bargaining voices come and go, which are vivid and pleasing to the ear, just like a Kubinashi ballad with fixed melody and irregular rhythm, which is always sung repeatedly in its own spring. I trotted all the way, first sweeping a whole alley, and then I went back to my mother and pulled her to point here and there. Delicious chicken chops are steaming on the iron plate. After putting the spices in place, they were transferred to my hand and swallowed by me in less than a minute.

But I won't give up. I'm at a chicken stall, but my thoughts have flown to the seafood stall ... unfortunately, every time I haven't enjoyed myself, my mother drags me away by force, so I always pout on the way home. But when I saw that the squid whiskers were still in my hand, I suddenly opened my mouth and opened my mouth. Squid whiskers also make me swallow dates. Although the family was not rich at that time, my mother still insisted on taking me to the alley for a good meal every day. Therefore, this alley in spring occupies most of my childhood memories.

Time flies, I went to middle school and my family moved from a bungalow to a building. Although the habit of eating is still the same, I seldom have time to stroll in that alley, so I can only ask my mother to bring something. But the memory of the alley has never faded, and familiar alley songs often haunt my dreams.

Later, when I went to high school, I had little time to go shopping in the alley. In the meantime, I heard that the bungalows in the alley were abandoned. I was so sad that I thought the good memories would fade away in the fallen bricks.

Unconsciously, I haven't been to the old alley for two years. Only later, I heard my mother say that the old alley was many times bigger than before, and my heart began to ripple, so I took my mother to find out. It has been a long time since I came here.

Seen from a distance, there are many tall buildings. I can't help feeling: "Wow, what a change!" . I was even more shocked when I waited for the old alley! Maybe this is not the time to call it an alley. The alley in memory was completely replaced by this spacious and prosperous shopping street.

Eating is the most important thing. The first place my mother and I went was the food city. I saw curry fried rice, potato flour, Shanxi Daoxiao Noodles, casserole rice noodles, spicy balsamic pot. ...

There are all kinds of famous snacks all over the country. The happiness that once belonged to the alley suddenly swelled like baking powder. Then, we went to the mall again.

People come and go in the mall, and countless strangers pass by. They strolled leisurely with big bags and small bags, and their faces were filled with unspeakable happiness. Without the crowded alleys in the past, shopping has become a very pleasant thing. So my mother and I joined the shoppers and started to choose clothes. We couldn't put it down. Finally, we bought my favorite dress-a dress decorated with butterflies.

Along the way, my mouth never stopped until I was about to leave, and I still had a bunch of unfinished cuttlefish balls in my hand ... My eyes were fixed on the new clothes I just bought, thinking about when I would come again. From elementary school to high school, I witnessed the changes of my hometown alleys, from narrow to spacious, from humble to prosperous, but in my heart, alleys have never changed, and they have always been "like spring in four seasons" ...

The story of spring 13 days is blue, I am waiting for you. It's not bad for the grass to fly in February. Jiangnan in early spring is always the most beautiful.

The day I met you was a drizzly spring. There is a thin layer of smoke in the sky. That day, you transferred to another school and I met you. Although we were both born in spring, we don't hit it off. I hated your grandstanding at first. When I get along with you, I always look lukewarm. But after you left, I realized that you are a thoughtful girl, a girl who attaches great importance to kindness, and a girl who makes people reluctant to part. My life is full of your shadow.

That day in spring is my birthday. You take out a bear with our name on it from your pocket. I know, I know everything. Maybe this gift is ordinary, but I know it was given to me by a little girl. My father has cerebral palsy and my mother is working hard outside. Until now, I have been putting this bear in our memory box. I know, I know, it's all your spring footprints.

It's another spring, another cold spring, the spring in which I only remember your birthday. You left, you left without saying a word, just me. I stood at our appointed place, holding a sunshine doll representing friendship and beauty. I stood there, when the spring breeze blew, the bell of the sunshine doll rang, giving off a crisp and pleasant bell, "Ding … Ding …". Maybe this is a symphony to bid farewell to the end of our friendship! Moonlight salvage, the ending is reflected. The reincarnated blue and white porcelain is beautiful, and your eyes are smiling.

Spring has come, but we are still far away. That spring breeze blew away your mark, but it couldn't blow away your memory in my heart.

I wrote you an unsent letter, praying that you and I can feel the same way:

To my dearest friend:

Thank you for being my friend! In these spring days, I am lucky to have your company. We have experienced a lot of spring together, and I believe we will meet again! Maybe we'll be together next spring? Next spring? Anyway, spring is here, I hope we can meet again!

Did you hear that?

Spring 14 story, blue rain, I am waiting for you. It's not bad that the grass grows and the warblers fly in February. Jiangnan in early spring is always the most beautiful.

The day I met you was a drizzling spring. The sky is like a thin layer of smoke. That day, when you transferred to another school, you and I met. Although we were both born in spring, we don't hit it off. At first, I hated your grandstanding. When I get along with you, I often seem lukewarm. But later, after you left, I realized that you are a girl with great ideas, a girl who attaches great importance to friendship, and a girl who is so reluctant to part. My life is full of your shadow.

That day in spring is my birthday. You take out a bear with our name on it from your pocket. I know, I know everything. Maybe this gift is ordinary, but I know that it is a gift from a little girl whose father has cerebral palsy and whose mother is working hard outside. Until now, I have been putting this little bear in our memory box. I know, I know, it's all the marks left by spring.

It's another spring, it's a cold spring, it's the only spring I remember your birthday. You left, you left without saying a word, leaving me alone. I stood at our appointed place, holding a sunshine doll that only represents friendship and beauty. I stood there, the spring breeze blew, and the bell of the sunny doll rang, giving off a sweet and crisp bell "Ding … Ding ……" Maybe this is the symphony that ended our friendship! Moonlight salvage, reflecting the ending. The reincarnated blue and white porcelain is beautiful, and your eyes are smiling. ...

Spring is near, but we are still far away. That spring breeze blew away your mark, but it couldn't blow away your memory in my heart.

I wrote you an unsent letter, praying that you and I can feel the same:

To my dearest friend:

Thank you for being my friend! In these spring, I am lucky to have your company. We have gone through many springs together, and I believe we will meet again by chance! Maybe we'll be together next spring? The following spring? Anyway, it's spring, and I hope we will meet again!

Did you hear that? ...

The story of spring: 15 years,1early spring of 990. ...

Grandpa Deng came to Shanghai. After that, he turned his attention to the still barren land on the east side of Huangpu River. He said: "the development of Pudong in Shanghai is not a local thing in Shanghai. The development of Pudong can promote the development of the Yangtze River Delta and the Yangtze River Basin, so the whole country also attaches great importance to it! "

Yes, the development of Pudong is an important chessboard in China.

After returning to Beijing, with the concern of the Party and Grandpa Deng, it was decided that the focus of China's reform and opening up in the 1990s was Pudong.

Spring is another matter. Grandpa Deng inspected nanpu bridge under construction and deeply lamented that Shanghai was developing late. I hope the people of Shanghai will emancipate their minds, be bolder and step faster.

1in the spring of 992, accompanied by Shanghai leaders, Grandpa Deng visited nanpu bridge again. He also hopes that Shanghai will be "different in one year and different in three years"!

Today's Shanghai is an international metropolis with high-rise buildings everywhere; Jinmao Tower and Oriental Pearl are the symbols of Shanghai's development.

After the development of Pudong, it is no longer what it used to be. In the evening, strolling along the Bund is brightly lit, colorful and beautiful. ...

Not only that, people's lives are improving day by day, and their living standards have basically reached a well-off level. It is not uncommon to own a private car.

Shanghai will also welcome the World Expo. By then, Shanghai will be better on the world stage!

……

However, how many people know and believe that Shanghai will be a backward city in the 1980s, but it is a fact. In the 1980s, when several special economic zones along the southern coast rose rapidly, Shanghai obviously fell behind. ...

But not long after, Grandpa Bole Deng recognized Shanghai as a "swift horse" and developed Shanghai from a backward city into an international metropolis today, and kept it "different every year, different every three years"!

Today, we looked up and saw high-rise buildings and brightly lit night scenes, and we couldn't help thinking of many contributions-Grandpa Deng!

Although Grandpa Deng left us, he will live in our hearts forever. We still clearly see his footprints and the story left by that spring. ...