In the summer afternoon, cicadas are singing like weaving, and I just tidy up my desk at home alone. A photo suddenly fell from an old book and I bent down to pick it up. ...

Tears seeped into my eyes again, blurring my vision. Hey, I don't know how you are now. In the photo, your smile is still bright, as warm as the winter sunshine. The sea breeze blows your hair, and it seems that it still exudes a faint fragrance. You are warm, lively and free in the sun. Remember what you said when you left: "I really want to leave my best side to my best friend." When I said, "When I get along with my friends, it is the happiest time in the world!" " "Then, you sobbed. I was confused.

That day, I was still waiting for you to go to school at the intersection. As time goes by, it feels as if you have been waiting for spring, summer, autumn and winter, but you have never appeared. For the first time, I tasted the long and loneliness without you. After that, life without you is monotonous, and the road without you is lonely. I don't know how many times I have been to Sanqiu, but I received your letter.

In your letter, you said, "Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, just because I don't want to see the sad scene of parting ... By the way, I sent a photo I took at the seaside, and I think this photo can help me bring you a refreshing summer." I cried this time and I regret it. I should be able to detect your abnormal behavior during that time. Grandma said that we grew up naked together, just like twin sisters. Now, time and space have opened the distance between us. Where are you now? Do you still remember that small forest in our hometown? That is the paradise of our childhood, where we play to our heart's content. Quietly tell you: now that the small trees are getting bigger and bigger, there are more birds coming to stay, and countless birds show melodious voices in the morning. I still remember that at dusk and sunset, we went to catch cicadas in the Woods. I don't know if our arrival scared the birds, or if those birds deliberately played with us. Sometimes they take a nap, sometimes they disperse in a hubbub, flying over the Woods, screaming and flying tirelessly, refusing to have a moment's peace. Remember that gurgling river? In the river, we touched fish and shrimp together, leaving many naughty laughter and cheerful songs for you and me. I can't forget that summer afternoon. We dug mussels by the river together. As a result, we dug too much. Finally, you wrapped a big bag in your coat. When we came home covered in mud, you got your mother's "reward" ...

You are still smiling and refreshed in the photo. Gently put away the photos and put them back in the book. I dried my tears, looked out of the window and said to myself: I only hope that you will have a good life in the distance, and it is refreshing to have your photos with you every summer!

Full score decryption:

It shows us a childlike past: Woods, birds, and naughty friends who catch monkeys, touch fish and shrimp and dig mussels at dusk have left a deep impression on us. Clear words and pure friendship!

The taste of first love

Like the dim moonlight falling on your back, like the light running water flowing through your fingers, like the misty mist lingering around you. Reminiscent of first love, that kind of melancholy and sadness is mixed with comfort, nature and sweetness, which makes my heart feel inexplicably sad. Although there are thousands of words, it is difficult to say.

To this day, I can still clearly remember that sunny afternoon: you were walking back to the dormitory with some books on your back, but I suddenly jumped out halfway. After stammering the words "I like you", we both blushed and looked away, not knowing what to say next.

I like sports, and there happens to be a small newsstand outside the school gate. So every Monday at noon, you will put your slender hand over the guardrail of the school and buy me a copy of titan sports. Your carefulness makes me feel warm.

Another time, I was playing crazy with some outgoing girls, and you sat there silently reviewing your lessons, as if you didn't see it at all and didn't say a word. Later in a chat, you told me that you really wanted to kill me.

I like Li Yu's ci, but you are not interested at all. However, you are still very happy to listen to me read the masterpiece of predecessors for you under the squint of the sunset: Yushu backyard, Yaoyao makeup mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month. Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers. "Remember? At that time, we often leaned back and sat on the green lawn of the riverside square, listening to the light music on the radio and staring at the sky with our hearts for a long time.

We've been apart for over a year. But sometimes, I can't help but recall some fragments that I have experienced together before. I think I will never forget them again in my life. Because in my memory, they are so ingrained and indelible.

Do you still dream?

In the dead of night, the light has gone out. I lie in bed, but I toss and turn, and it is difficult to sleep again. Close your eyes, the dream scene is vivid and overlaps with reality. ...

In my dream, you still wore plain clothes and an apron and kicked me out of the kitchen: "Don't worry, don't worry, the food is not ready yet!" " "Rough palms, stained with oil stains, and greasy touch are still on my skin. The noise of the range hood can't stop your voice: "I bought pomfret and snapper today. I know you like it. Eat more in the future." "But I can't make a sound. I can only watch your slightly staggered figure busy in the narrow kitchen. ...

In the dream, you are still sitting in that sunny room, with your back to the sun, wearing reading glasses, leaning back on the couch, your gray hair shining in the sun, and always turning over an ordinary cookbook every day, muttering to yourself, "My little daughter is developing, and I have to get her something delicious and nutritious." The old radio sang a tin opera on the mahogany bedside table, and the painting was fixed in my dream. ...

In my dream, you are still staring at me with kind eyes and holding a lunch box: "Good granddaughter, are you still dizzy?" I stewed bone soup and put kelp in it. You drink some. Hang your left hand in the water and don't move. I hold the bowl and you drink it. "Then, you will turn to criticize my parents:" How can you reassure me that such a big person can't even take care of a child? " The tone of concern echoed in my mind. ...

In my dream, your arms are still warm, and I am in tears, hiding in your arms and sobbing my mother's fault. You hugged me gently and kept reaching out to wipe away my tears: "Well, don't cry. Grandma has a big thing to do. I'll talk to your mother. She has gone too far! " When I said this, my warm palm touched my back and my tears blurred. I just feel that my thin shoulders will be my forever safe haven. ...

When I opened my eyes again, I felt very lost. Empty room, lifeless home, there is no nightlight that you open every night, only a photo of you is on my bedside. Always smiling, you still look at me kindly.

Grandma, will you come back to my dream tonight?

Cherish (58 points)

City candidate

I looked around the western restaurant and soon saw a happy smile calling my name. "Here it is! Here. " Mother held out her hand and motioned for me to go over.

Sit quietly and listen to mom's nagging. It's mainly about how you lost so much weight, how you've been recently, how your grades are, whether you're under pressure and so on.

I tried my best to pull the muscles on my face to make myself laugh happily and naturally, and said to her, "order first." Mother suddenly realized and hurriedly ordered. When ordering, he asked me if I wanted more. His voice was so loud that I was embarrassed and repeatedly said no.

The atmosphere gradually became natural. I began to talk to her slowly and methodically. Speaking of the future, I can't help but gush out happily, want to live alone, don't want to get married, want to travel, want to work ... I suddenly became less happy to speak, because my mother's eyes shed tears.

"My hair is in my eyes." Mother smiled with tears, looked at her red eyes and suddenly felt a little sad.

My mother left me and my father when I was 6 years old. I don't want to say that she brought unhappiness, but when I met her, I had a faint hatred in my heart. After all, she left me like this, which made me doubt for a long time. She didn't love me at all.

But ... but when I watched her cry, I suddenly realized that after so many years, the real sadness was that she was alone, right? Without a husband and children, we seldom meet each other, even less than our unfamiliar classmates.

I suddenly want to hold her in my arms and cherish everything I get along with.

She is getting old. Is it possible for a woman in her early forties to find a lifelong partner? Besides, she's infertile.

She is not bad to me. I can see the loss brought by her ardent concern and long absence, but I always think that what she owes me never wants to cherish.

Cherish ... I kept saying it when I watched her wipe her tears with a tissue.

Mom, how about living and traveling together in the future?

Mom, you have a good life, too. Are you under no pressure?

……

Mom, I love you.

So I quietly promised in my heart to cherish every moment with you.

Keep them all in mind.

Being young is no excuse.

-A letter to my father

Dad:

Sorry, I quarreled with you again today.

You took me on a motorcycle, and the street view on the roadside took a step back like a clip. I know it's getting closer and closer to the examination room. I'm lying on your back, and I'm still trying to recite the test equipment of "good water, good mountain, good island" that you asked me countless times. Is it ready? You never tire of hearing it, but I'm tired of hearing it: "Dad, can you leave me alone?" You are finally silent. Dad, you don't know. I accidentally saw the white sideburns and remembered the hair dye that my mother hid in the cupboard and was about to run out. At that time, I suddenly felt that I was a sinner, a murderer and I murdered your youth. I don't want you to interrupt me to recite those ancient poems, because I don't want to murder your beautiful hopes again.

Dad, you must still be outside the school gate, find a piece of paper discarded by others, sit on the steps and hold a bottle of mineral water until I come out. Dad, I'm sorry! I know that youth is not an excuse; I know that the future road can't go like this; I know I used to be headstrong.

Dad, you must remember that a month ago, I broke the second model student report card and said to you angrily, "It doesn't matter how many points you get!" " "You must remember that a year ago I hid under the covers and didn't go to cram school. You yelled at me, "Don't torture me!" "You must remember that I ran away from home three years ago because you wouldn't let me watch The Windmill. When I looked at the pancakes on the stall and my mouth watered, you held out your warm hand and pulled me away. ...

Dad, you must remember a lot. Dad, you always forgive me. Dad, I was wrong.

Dad, it will be finished in ten minutes.

Dad, I'm going to high school in two months.

Dad, in three years, I will leave my hometown and go to college.

Dad, I will spend my whole life saying, "I'm sorry!" " "Because you wait for me and love me, not just these two hours.

What I want to rely on most

In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but vague figure. For two years, I have been thinking about you so much; Wake up in the middle of the night and cry for you; I want to rely on you most. ...

Do you remember? In the past, at school, there was not much trouble. As long as I stop at home and smell mouthwatering food, I forget everything. I always rush into the house, throw down my schoolbag and shout at you, "Grandma, I'm home!" " "I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the" boom "range hood, you came back and saw me, walked over and pushed me out of the kitchen. The greasy touch still remains on my skin.

When I am in trouble, I want to rely on you most.

Soft dust flies in the dim light and falls on your silvery hair. You lean back on the old mahogany couch, and your favorite tin opera is on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You hum along, turn over a yellow cookbook at hand, and mutter a few words from time to time: "My little daughter has grown up, I have to make it up for her." Inadvertently make a little noise and disturb you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about having a virgin chicken today?"

When I grow up, I want to rely on you most.

Open your eyes, they are white, and your eyes are full of weakness. When you watch it, you will see that you rushed into the door in a hurry. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout to the parents sitting opposite you: "You can't even manage a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month? " Turned around, looked at me morbidly, and said distressfully, "What happened? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lift my back, gently pick me up, sit up, look at my left hand full of pinholes and say with distress, "I'm holding it, you eat!" " "Looking at your gentle eyes, I see your tenderness and sadness.

When I am weak, I want to rely on you most.

"I ask you to be careful every time. Why do you only take this exam!" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you raise your eyebrows and urge your mother: "The children say she tried her best. What's more, she is so excellent and there is little room for improvement! " Grandma, you know, if I had an iron at this time, I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows!

When I am wronged, I want to rely on you most.

……

Wake up suddenly from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years since you left me. Your face has changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is not so fragrant; Under the light, there is no tin drama, no menu; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I am blamed, what I lack is your help, not what I want to rely on most.

Those melancholy eyes

One day in early winter, I invited my friends to visit the zoo. Although I am looking forward to it, there are some vague things in the cold air. At that moment, I saw you in the fence with melancholy feelings.

Look carefully at the sign on the fence. I know you are a black bear, a black bear from the Himalayas. Students wave to you from time to time, vying for food for you, but you don't move, and No.4 ignores us. I can't help but feel a little more resentment in my melancholy heart: "Is this contempt for mankind?" I yelled at you.

The friend next to him quickly explained, "He has poor eyesight and can't see you. Otherwise, how could he be called' blind bear'? " Although I feel much better, I still can't forgive your indifference. Look carefully, your eyes are really transparent, as if they were clear springs in snowy areas. But I clearly read the sadness from the corner of my eye, some angry and a little strange, and I looked sour in my heart.

You may have endless loneliness, but you will never have a partner who listens to your heart. We can vent when we are angry, but you can never cross the solid steel. You can only lie quietly in the corner and lick the bleeding wound, and stay quietly in a narrow space waiting for the flow of time. In the face of your vicissitudes of life, I can't help but have a circle of bitter ripples. Oh, Himalayan black bear, how can I put salt on your wound?

I think, in the dead of night, you must miss the hometown where you once lived, the warmth of walking with your parents and brothers, the innocence of playing with each other, the tranquility brought by the snow in Shan Ye, and the happy songs sung by Caoxi. However, all these good things are wiped out because of our human ignorance. I don't know if my anger hurts your heart, but I clearly feel that your clean eyes are hurting me.

Many years have passed since this incident, and I still can't forget your melancholy eyes. I really hope that one day, I can meet you in the wild-in the Himalayas, to witness your clear eyes like water.

I have a fickle father. Sometimes, like friends, we are close at hand. Sometimes, just like strangers, they are strangers to each other and far away. His personality characteristics can be completely described by the advertising words of the seven wolves.

Nan ren de Guan ai noodles

My father loves me very much. But he doesn't take care of every little thing in my life like my mother, so that I often think he hates me. Whenever I make a mistake and get beaten, I often have an impulse to chop him to death with a kitchen knife. When I was beaten, I always wondered if I had anything to do with him.

I remember when I traveled to Beijing with the summer camp, my father didn't come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing that other students are seeing my parents off, I think my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't come to see me off even if he had to travel far away. On the way to Beijing, I think my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that my generation of plague has finally left him. On the day I came back from Beijing, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn't see me off the day I went to Beijing. I said disdainfully, "He hates me, and it's no big deal." "No," mom said firmly, "you know what? Your father can't bear to part with you and has been talking about you at home. He is afraid that sending you will make him even more sad ... "When I heard this, my nose was sour and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time I know that my father cares so much about me. It turns out that my father is caring for me with a kind of strict love.

The lonely side of a man

One night after seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he would work overtime and would not come back for dinner. My father works very hard and often works overtime. When he works overtime, he stays up all night. My father is much older because of overtime. Often sitting in front of the computer to work overtime, my father's eyes were extremely tired and his vision plummeted. It was my father who propped up our family! Thinking of my father's busy work and the loneliness of sitting alone in the office, I shed tears of regret that I didn't understand my father.

A man's proud face

One year in the final exam, I only got 24 points because I was addicted to the internet. When I got home, I was wondering how my father would punish me, but my father said to me strangely calmly, "Failure is not terrible, but falling down is terrible!" " Summarize the reasons for this failure, take this as a starting point, and strive for good results. "Then I analyzed the reasons with my father and helped me study and solve my problems. After my father's guidance and my unremitting efforts, my grades have soared. In the final exam, I tried my best and finally won the first place in the whole grade. This is my first time to get an honorary certificate! When I got home, my father was ecstatic to see my certificate of honor. The next day, someone mentioned this to his father, and his father stood up proudly. This is my father's proudest thing. At this moment, I saw my father's proud face.

A man's conquering face

I often play online games in internet cafes and have been arrested countless times. I will not change my original intention, whether it is the abuse of my parents or the dissuasion of my teacher. Every time the teacher calls me dad, because my dad firmly believes that "a stick makes a good man", sometimes I get beaten to scream. Without exception, I was caught again this time. I wonder what cruel means my father will use to punish me. But I didn't expect my father to forgive me for the first time and tell me a true story: my father used to go out to surf the Internet as often as I did, but he never changed. After I was born, I also went to Internet cafes to play and often stayed up late. Later, grandma told dad that she had a family and was responsible for it. Just like a tough rope tied to my father's violent horse, it makes him docile. Father said, I also want to find a rope to spur me, that is my future and future. My father's words made me deeply blame myself and showed me my father's conquest.

My father is like a wolf. Beneath his strong appearance, there is a gentle heart hidden. He loves me, but he never dotes on me. He loves me in different ways.

My father is like a wolf. He left me in the boundless desert, left me in the wind and rain, but he was always in the dark.

Unconsciously, three short years have passed, and I tried to reach out and seize the years we spent together, and I took back my hand, leaving beautiful memories between my fingers. Laughter, sadness and exclamation interweave, and the music comes to a full stop.

"barefoot fairy" in rainy days

Every semester in the middle of June, the weather is bad, and the downpour in Huang Meiyu always comes as scheduled. The school gate, which was already crowded in the morning, was packed, and the vehicles that sent students to school were blocked for dozens of meters. You always stand at the door with an umbrella. As soon as you saw the schoolbags of those students who didn't (on the contrary) open umbrellas running towards the campus, you rushed to shelter it from the wind and rain (very precious) at the first time, and kept shouting: "children, slow down, be careful of the pond!" " Sometimes I feel trouble, so I take off my shoes and socks, roll up my trouser legs and run in the rain. The rain sometimes lasts for a week. I can see your kind figure every morning and never stop. So we all jokingly call you "barefoot fairy". Rain is patting your cheek with a smile on your face, and your concern for us is soaked with infinite sweat. You are in my heart.

"Traffic Police" at the school gate

In the morning and afternoon rush hours, you stand on the roadside early. When the older students come, you start to command the traffic in an orderly way, stop moving forward, move on, reverse the car ... The posture is in place and the students are commanded to pass loudly. A living traffic policeman. Period. The driver and students are very cooperative with you, so you have a great sense of accomplishment. The whistle of the car and the laughter of the students when they came in and out of the campus cheered you on. You gave up your time (very precious) to ensure the safety of the students' travel.

"employees" in the canteen

Every day at noon, you will help the staff to serve us soup in the canteen, or go to the table to ask about our food. In order to take care of our ninth-grade classmates' study time (very precious), we also specially advanced the meal time (very precious). You are in my heart, not ignoring the details of the students.

Your hair at the temples is white, and there are many wrinkles around your eyes, but you are still working hard for us. I'd like to suggest that you have a rest and have some tea in the office. Although I left my alma mater, old headmaster, you are in my heart forever.

I am proud of my husband.

Teacher Liu, who doesn't like working, likes reading and watching football, is stubborn as an ox, and doesn't look back until he reaches the Yellow River, so don't worry about his grades.

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Everyone has unusual memories, some of which will disappear with the passage of time, but some of which we will never forget and be proud of!

Some rebellious teenagers often attack teachers with some cleverness. Two years later, a group of hooligans dumped three Chinese teachers in succession. In the third grade, when Mr. Wang came for the first time and stood on the platform, he silently revealed the fact that no matter which one, he must be the last one.

Being proud of Mr. Wang began with his lecture. Teacher Wang's lectures are humorous, serious and slightly funny when quoting. According to ancient records, Wang Yang was arrogant and learned everything from ancient to modern, so that he could understand Chinese and Western cultures. It is not big enough, not comparable to Shanghai, not rich enough, not comparable to Mount Tai. Every time I think about this, I feel a sense of pride: imagine that a famous teacher can recite "Pipe awl" casually in class and analyze "Leisurely Journey" after class; Which professor will use "Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept 50 states in Guanshan" to motivate underachievers, and in the face of the senior high school entrance examination, can lead students to shout "See through Chang 'an in the sky and bring golden flowers all over the city"! How verve, how heroic and full of blood, I am really proud of having such a gentleman!

I am proud of my husband, but I am proud of his love of sports. In my memory, the image of the Chinese teacher is gentle, but the appearance of Mr. Wang completely broke this law and eliminated the boundaries of style. When Mr. Wang gives lectures, he talks about basketball and football intermittently. For example, coaches of various teams are often taken as examples, attracting a group of warm-blooded men to clap their hands and cheer. In the school sports meeting, he won the laurels repeatedly, and on the court, he ran freely. I am really proud of having such a gentleman who is both civil and military!

I am proud of my husband, because he is not afraid of the pressure of strong parents and strives for it; Because he is not afraid of the politics of high-ranking officials and powerful people, he bluntly criticizes; Because he is not afraid of the intimidation of the entrance examination, he resolutely promotes his own teaching methods; Use his tradition of learning sea tactics to win a full house!

Fortunately, I can meet a teacher like Miss Wang. Unfortunately, I can only get along with my husband for just 300 days. However, friends are indispensable and there are not many good teachers. Meeting my husband is enough for me to remember and be proud of my husband all my life!

That smile changed me.

It's weird. I don't know when it started. I just like a person: I seldom help others and I don't want to ask for help. Even if you get help from others, you will pay them back like a debt. I am worthy of the world, don't let the world lose me. However, these years have occupied my mind, but in the light of that smile, it suddenly became like dust and disappeared without a trace. ...

It was two days of heavy rain, and the cement bridge over the river that I had to go to school every day was washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. This is a bridge built side by side with only two round and slippery pieces of wood; Usually I walk across the bridge empty-handed.

Facing the bridge, I hesitated. There are still 10 minutes before class begins. I picked up my bike and made a decision I couldn't believe: I rode my bike across the wooden bridge. At the beginning of more than ten meters, I walked in an arrogant atmosphere and felt nothing. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately. The rushing river under the Woods makes me dizzy and my legs are getting softer and softer. It seems difficult to support the weight of my body. I don't know how I got to the middle of the wooden bridge. There is only half the distance left, but I can't walk any further. I thought about moving back a little, but I couldn't even turn around. The sound of running water in my ear makes me almost desperate. I tried to throw my bike into the river several times.

I'm moving forward. You can't return it, and neither can I. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly lit up and then gradually left my shoulder. It was a big hand that took the bike from me. At that moment, I really couldn't express my gratitude. I turned my head slowly: it was a strange face full of smiles. Time doesn't allow me to look carefully, only that moment makes me feel that smile is so sincere and lovely!

The car and I finally reached the other shore safely, full of gratitude made me look at that smiling face carefully: my dark skin and narrow eyes could not conceal my sincere eyes. Fine wrinkles crawling around the corner of my eyes, chapped lips slightly open. Ah, an unpretentious farmer in his forties.

What an ordinary smile this is! Ordinary can't be ordinary, but I can't forget it. Let me experience the best things between people for the first time, although it is only a faint smile. For many years, that smile has been buried deep in my heart. I learned to use the same smile to help a fallen child and help push a truck or an umbrella to my classmates. And every time you help others without asking for anything in return and smile at them sincerely, you will truly realize the true meaning and value of the smile buried in your heart. It's not noble, but it makes you proud. Smile, with beautiful feelings, I really can't find the right words to describe it. Maybe this poem will express its meaning:

"Roses with others leave a stronger fragrance!"