The days I spent with you, composition 1 You are my best friend. We had the best time together.
I still remember the first time I met you, it was in a Chinese class. At that time, I forgot to bring my book, and the teacher happened to say that all students who didn't bring their books would be punished. what can I do? After class, the teacher stepped down from the platform to check the students' books. I quickly lowered my head and dared not look at the teacher. Suddenly, a brand-new Chinese book "fell from the sky" on my desktop. I looked up and saw your warm smile. "So you don't have any books?" I asked in a low voice. "Nothing, you can use it first, don't worry about me."
The teacher's footsteps approached, and I turned my head and saw that you didn't bring your book. So you were lucky to enjoy the teacher's "special education" that day. I look at you and see your simple and warm smile. ...
Since then, two equally passionate hearts have been closely linked by the bond of fate, and we have become good friends who talk about everything. Whether it is happiness or happiness, we always share it together; Whether it is pain or sadness, we all share it.
I still remember that we hugged each other tightly after our success; I still remember our joint efforts in burning the midnight oil; I remember our heart-to-heart conversation when we were walking in the park; Remember the laughter and laughter when we were playing in the water? ...
I don't know who once said that happy times are always short. You and I, who share joys and sorrows, are impermanent in gathering and parting, and have deep friendship, are no exception.
That night, we sat on the roof and talked for a long time. Suddenly, a meteor pierced the sky and brought us infinite reverie. We are busy closing our eyes and wishing, but when we open our eyes, all we read from each other's eyes is attachment and reluctance to friendship. "Tomorrow, I have to go. You should take care of yourself and remember to keep in touch. " After that, you put a beautiful photo album and diary into my hand and ran away without looking back. At that moment, I looked at your floating figure, blurred in my sight, and my mind was blank ...
I have not seen you since. Occasionally, when I look back on the past, I will look through that photo album, read that diary and think about the good times we spent together in the past. Although we have broken up, I firmly believe: "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor." Our friendship will last forever!
I am not alone in the days I spent with you; The days spent with you will be the best and most meaningful memories in my life.
Are you okay?
Looking up at the sky, the moon rises gradually and stars are everywhere. At this moment, I remembered the days when you accompanied me. ...
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Open the curtains, and the first ray of warm sun in the morning falls on the desk, bedside and floor. Everything seems so quiet and peaceful, and everywhere is full of warmth. Pushing open the window, a breeze blew, which messed up the wind chimes, textbooks, my quiet and peaceful heart and the past of the days I walked with you.
I sat at my desk unintentionally, facing a mountain of homework, and I couldn't help being in a trance. I looked up and saw you still there silently watching me and accompanying me.
I just found out that I haven't seen you for days and left you here alone, but you don't blame me. I came to your feet and remembered the beginning. I planted a seed by accident, and you miraculously grew a bud. Since then, I have come to see you every day, hoping that you will grow up soon. The first thing to do when you come home from school is to see if you have grown up. About a year later, you are as tall as me, and winter is coming. I'll dress you for fear of freezing you. I talk to you almost every day. Although you have never said a word, you seem to understand what I am saying. Every time I sing beside you, you always put on an all ears attitude. Although I can't hear the sound, you have no objection.
In spring, at your feet, watching you eagerly sprout new buds, I jumped up happily, and you finally put on new clothes; In summer, the sun is like fire. You open your green "big hand" to keep out the hot sun for me, and never say tired and shout hot. In autumn, you are wearing golden clothes and falling from the branches, which is really beautiful; You don't need me to protect you when you grow up. In winter, you are naked, independent of cold and snow, not afraid of cold, staring at me silently.
At least you, accompanied me through the childlike days; At least you remind me of my childhood life; At least there is you, which makes me miss my naive time.
The warm light in the morning gave him a weak aperture called memory-the days we spent together.
I slept next to my great-grandmother the night she left. My mother suddenly ruined me, dressed me and took me away. She wouldn't let me say a word, and I was frightened by my mother's unusually serious expression. I looked at the bed, leaving only my father kneeling on the edge of the bed. Before I could say a word or look at her again, a life was taken from me. For the first time, death approached this skinny childhood at such a close distance.
In my impression, she is an old lady with a gully on her face and white hair on her temples. She gave me a biscuit, and I called her "madam", so that she would laugh happily, have wrinkles on her face, show her gums with only a few teeth left, make strange noises and make me cry. ...
When I was a child, as long as my wife was ill, I was the only one who was more excited at home, because my aunt and aunt always bought some "supplements" to visit her, including my favorite canned fruit and candied fruit. Whenever this happens, my mother always signals me to leave with stern eyes. I moved reluctantly, my eyes still fixed on the food on the table. After the crowd dispersed, my great-grandmother called my birth name in a strange tone. I ran over and realized that canned fruit and candied fruit were waiting for me. Once, I asked her, "Why don't you eat?" She just said they were too sweet to eat. And I, still feel at ease, still gobble up, and she, still so close and warm, holds me and looks at me funny when I eat. ...
I don't know why I am so obsessed with such trivial fragments of life, so profound. Maybe it's just a childhood look up, her smile, and the whisper she kissed when she comforted me, so gentle and direct.
Once on the road, I saw an old man crossing the bridge. Because of his advanced age, he hobbled on the bridge with crutches. He can't resist her face similar to his great-grandmother. Regardless of everyone's eyes, he walked steadily step by step, kissed her, and then crossed the bridge. At that moment, I felt my great-grandmother came back to me.
After crossing the bridge, she gave me a wrinkled smile, as if it were light from heaven, which made me see her again and feel her real existence in my life.
This is an excellent article about great-grandmother. The full-text description is delicate and vivid. The author can show his great-grandmother's love for me in many ways, and can describe the fact that her great-grandmother gave me delicious food in concise language, which makes the article clear in structure, clear in organization and sincere in feelings.
Many people came into my world and left in a hurry, but they will never forget the days when they walked with you.
In my memory, you are a gentle person, but the days with you are very short. ...
In the morning, lilacs are in full bloom, all over the mountains. You took my gentle little hand and climbed to the top of the mountain together. I was really lazy at that time. I asked you to hug me before I walked a few steps, and the stubble on your chin always stung me from ear to ear. At that time, the road I walked with you left me with a long string of crisp laughter.
I finally reached the top of the mountain. It was early and the sun had not yet risen. You always sit on that stone, waiting for the sunrise, and talk to me about your story. When the sun rises, you are always silent, addicted to the wonderful scenery, and look silent.
I will still walk the road with you, sit on the stone with you and watch the sunrise with you, but you are no longer with me. ...
School life is boring, and I can't wait to finish class. You are always waiting for me. Every time I walk out of school, I will see you standing under the camphor tree waiting for me. In that season, before the summer of solstice, you were under the camphor tree, which seemed to have an agreement with me.
Now, I will still involuntarily walk under the camphor tree and wait for you quietly in the season before the summer solstice. ...
I remember the happiest thing in the days when I walked with you was washing clothes with you. At that time, the sun was like a huge wheel, and we stood together under the camphor tree by the well. I watched the washing powder shake off in clear water, and I watched you sit on the washboard and rub clothes quickly and skillfully ... I just sat quietly under the camphor tree, listening to the music and watching your every move. At that time, you taught me a lot under that camphor tree. ...
I will still come to the place where I wash clothes with you, and I will still sit under the camphor tree all the time, but in these places full of memories, the people I remember with are gone. ...
Grandpa, I will never forget what I did with you, the road I walked, and what you taught me. I will always wait under the camphor tree, when you come back, teach me more things, give me more memories, those years, the days spent with you.
In the fragrance of memories, I chew the days with you. Grandpa, how are you?
At night, I lean against the window to watch the sunset. A cold wind came, which made people feel biting cold. So I closed the window, and when I wanted to leave, I caught a glimpse of the book that was opened by the cold wind on the desk in front of the window, and some vague old photos were scattered from the book. Photos that grow old due to the precipitation of time can vaguely distinguish your smiling face. This reminds me of the days I spent with you.
As far as I can remember, we have known each other for a long time. When I first met you, you were sitting on the steps in front of your house. You cross your legs and gulp down mineral water, which is totally unlike a girl. What I didn't expect was that you, a girl who is not like a girl, accompanied me silently and walked through many days together.
When I laugh, you will be happy with me; When I cry, you will be sad with me; Or when I am lonely and helpless, you even just accompany me silently, even if you don't say a word or do anything.
I still remember one time I ran a blackboard newspaper at school, and it was very late. You said that although you can't help me, you are willing to accompany me. I said that's enough. Time slipped away from our hands, and even the last glow waved goodbye to us. All the students in the class have turned off the lights and left one after another. Only the electric light in our class is still stubbornly on, just like a pair of stubborn people under the electric light.
I stood on the bench and drew a girl reading a book on the blackboard with green chalk. "White" I held out my hand to say to you, and then you silently pulled out a white chalk from the chalk box and put the green chalk I just returned to you back into the chalk box. You rarely stand quietly watching me write and draw on the blackboard, but occasionally hand me chalk or a chalk brush. The soft moonlight pours down and shines on your whole body. I still feel so quiet after a long time. How unforgettable the beautiful picture is. On the way home, you held my hand tightly. The orange light from the street lamp makes our shadow very long.
Then you went a long way, and we never contacted each other again.
"What hair leng! Come and eat! " Suddenly, my mother's words pulled my thoughts back from my memories. I looked at your dusty photos stupefied and only said softly, "Friends from afar, are you all right?" Turning around, I only left a few lonely photos on the table, silently watching my back drift away. ...
The days I walked with you Composition 6 The wind spent a warm summer with flowers; Rain, accompanied by fierce sunshine, spent a warm summer; Frost spends cool autumn with fallen leaves; The heavy snow spent the lonely winter with the fire. And you, silently accompanied me through every day of my life.
It was an autumn with high clouds and light clouds, and the sky was filled with the smell of harvest. Wildflowers are blooming everywhere. We made an appointment to play together. Thin wind, blue water and colorful paths make us excited and run wildly. "Ouch ..." I was so happy that I tripped and fell heavily to the ground. "Ah. Liu Yu, what's the matter? Does it matter? " You bent down with a worried face and pulled me up. I grinned in fear, looked at my bleeding palm, held back my tears and waved and said, "Nothing, keep playing." At this time, you stopped me, and you whispered to me, "No, go to the hospital quickly, or the wound will be infected." I have no choice but to follow you. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said to me, "Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise the wound would be infected." I looked at you gratefully, and you smiled and whispered to me, my friend, you should. Grateful, I suddenly burst into tears.
Another time, I took part in a long-distance race. I stood bravely on the runway amid the shouts of my classmates. I only heard a gunshot and we ran out together. However, since this is my first time to participate in a long-distance race, I am exhausted after a long time without running. You in the audience could see that I wanted to give up, so you cheered for me loudly and encouraged me to say, "I believe you will succeed." Although I didn't get a place in this competition, I still persisted in finishing this long-distance race. It was your encouragement that made me rush to the finish line.
The days I spent with you are colorful. In my life, it is because of your encouragement and concern that my life will be smooth. I am very happy to spend the days with you. Thank you!
I walked with you in November, and the autumn leaves fell all over the ground, which reminded me of you far away from home.
I still remember that your sideburns are as white as Leng Yue outside the window, but your figure is drifting away.
Your birthday is also in late summer and early autumn. All your children and grandchildren come back to celebrate your birthday, which comes once in a blue moon. That day, you smiled like a flower. When the sun went down, my uncle drove away. You sit on the bench in front of the hospital and watch the car disappear at the end of the road. The leaves are reflected on the ground, and the mottled sunlight shines in front of us. Your eyes are a little lonely. When you saw me coming, you smiled gently, just like the autumn sunshine, shining without burning. From then on, the sunshine, the courtyard and the shadows of my children and grandchildren are branded in my heart.
You and I are a generation apart. I should be closer to my parents, but my father said that you were born stubborn, but you became very docile when you were old. When you were young, your appearance and personality were very similar to mine, which made me feel a strange intimacy with you.
The figures in front of the window passed by one by one, and the faint street lamp lit up my heart.
On the night of the Lantern Festival, the streets are covered with lanterns, and the gorgeous colors illuminate for half a night, which also covers the light of the moon. At that time, there was a small wooden boat swaying on the river in the village, and the whole world was in turmoil. The lantern in my hand leads the way, and your eyes are on the busy street in the distance. They shine under your eyes. Grandpa put the lotus lanterns in previous years on the river, the broken candles swayed by the current, and the sparkling lake was illuminated.
At that time, I looked at you after seeing the perfect scene. There seems to be melancholy, confusion and longing in your face and eyes, and the laughter in the distance slowly dissipates with the ripples.
I opened the window and my hands rustled with memories. I don't know who has a happy event, but fireworks have been in the sky for a long time.
I was busy doing my homework at that time, and the slightly humid air disturbed me. You gently pushed the door and habitually brought in a cup of hot tea. The biting cold wind blew from the slightly closed window, and the steam of hot tea tilted, warming my heart. You quietly closed the window to remind me to wear two more pieces when I was cold, then closed the door, and the sound of stepping on the floor gradually disappeared in my ears. The cold wind blew all night and I had a good sleep.
Every switch arrives on time behind the closed door and stops with my action. Every cup of hot and cold tea is punctual and appropriate, which changes with my mood.
My parents are no longer busy with work, so you have to leave me. Now I still miss you, not because I can't see you, but because I don't have time. Please don't blame me. I can't have another cup of hot tea every night, but someone has made up for it. Mom loves me for you, and the wind outside the window is still unabated. I miss the days when you and I walked together.
The days I walked with you Composition 8 In the process of growing up, you always accompanied me; You encourage me when I fail; When I am discouraged, you give me courage; When I am sad, you comfort me; When I was frustrated, you gave me confidence ... Thank you-failure is the mother of success.
When I was discouraged by the disappointment in the examination room, facing the bright red fork, listening to the cynicism of my classmates and looking at my parents' disappointed eyes, my tears welled up. I cried, this cry broke my heart, and I seemed to lose confidence in the world. Suddenly, a famous saying "failure is the mother of success" flashed through my mind! I suddenly realized: who hasn't suffered from failure! Fall, get up again! Regain confidence, turn crystal tears into turbid sweat, study hard and be ashamed to ask questions. Finally, I got good grades in the next test. Thank you very much-failure is the mother of success.
When I didn't clean up because of carelessness, which shamed the reputation of the class, I was so ashamed that I wanted to get into the cracks in the ground and tears flowed freely on my cheeks. I cried regretfully in my heart, "I failed the teacher's expectations of me." What excites me is the famous saying "failure is the mother of success". Since then, I have done everything more carefully, so I am often praised by teachers and classmates. Ah! Failure is the mother of success, I want to thank you!
When I tried to do something and failed repeatedly, I wanted to give up several times. I was in great pain and locked myself in my room. Suddenly, the phrase "failure is the mother of success" flashed through my mind. It is like a bright light, guiding me out of the maze and enlightening me: how can I have a legend without experiencing wind and rain? How can you see the rainbow without climbing the mountain? How can you succeed without tempering? There is no danger of crossing, no mountain of crossing. So, I dried my tears and continued to work on it. Many things happen. Finally, I succeeded! Thank you-failure is the mother of success.
Failure is the mother of success. Thank you for accompanying me all the way. Now I carve you on the bed as my motto. I believe you will continue to spur me to keep working hard, forge ahead and climb the peak bravely.
Everything around me is quiet and peaceful under the milky light. My breath became brisk at this moment, and colorless and odorless O2 was injected into my body. That sweet smile melted into my memory. When I think of you, I think of your beautiful image in lemonade. You taught me to be strong, and I think of the days I spent with you.
Up to now, I finally don't know whether to use blue or pink to describe those days, just like I remember whether you are crying or laughing.
It was that ordinary school day that you broke into my world defenseless and left an indelible memory in your mind. At that time, your favorite drink was lemonade, and you liked the feeling of adding sugar in it. But at that time, I broke the cup with lemonade, which was a gift from your father. You regard it as a treasure, but it is a shallow smile to me, so tolerant. Since then, you and I have become close friends.
On campus, you and I are yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn's good sisters. We run together, laugh together and take responsibility together. It is because of you that my fragile and sensitive heart can resist the sharp eyes of the teacher and not cry. I am a veritable good girl. Although I am sometimes dragged down by you and become your scapegoat, you always don't forget to pass a piece of gum to soothe my broken heart at this time.
In life, we are extremely incompatible friends, you are a recognized tomboy, I am a naive and lovely lady, you have short hair, and I have long hair, but you and I are like-minded ideologically.
It turns out that we thought that parting was far away from us and would always laugh. However, time and the future still separate us. That year, you said that you were going to study abroad because of family changes, and your voice did not fall. At that moment, we hugged and cried.
The flowers have fallen, Ye Er has turned yellow, and my mood is as bleak as autumn. We meet in autumn and say goodbye in autumn. Friendship melts in cold water, and the days we walked with you come to an abrupt end at this time. Now the yellowed memory is hidden in the deepest part of the memory, and you can't forget it with O2 around!
Time has passed, but I can't forget the days I spent with you.
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You are an honorable people's teacher. With the belief of teaching and educating people, you came to the countryside from the city to teach, and I am fortunate to be your student.
When I first met you, I just thought you were very kind and didn't think too much. I didn't expect you to be our head teacher, and I would be your class representative.
Maybe because you are a foreign teacher, I just want to show my performance in front of you so that you can remember me, but unfortunately, you actually teach math. So I actively answered questions in class, and finally you found me. In order to encourage me, you also made me a math class representative and a member of the Health and Health Committee, and my contact with you gradually increased.
Later, with your help, my grades got better and better, especially in math. Besides, I learned a lot that I couldn't learn in class.
Remember the last time I vented my feelings on the math test paper because I didn't do well in the math test? I thought you wouldn't find it, but you had to put away your paper after you finished the problem, so you found it. Originally, I thought you would be very angry and even asked me to write a 500-word or 600-word examination, but instead of doing so, you took me to the Chinese teacher and asked him to explain what I had done wrong. It was an early morning, and the first ray of sunshine came in through the window. It's not warm but it's bright.
Remember the first time I took part in the speech contest? At that time, I really didn't expect you to let me participate. I am really nervous. One noon before the game, I remember that you called me to the office and told me that I would be fine whenever I tried my best. The afternoon sun shone in and inspired me.
When the results of the second volume of the seventh grade came out, I knew you were leaving and would not come back to teach me. But you are from your old school after all, and you will go back there eventually. Even if you have a lot of disappointment in your heart, you can't help going.
I always don't want you to leave. I always think about the days with you.
Walking along the snowy road with you, I happened to find plum blossoms sticking out from the branches, and dark red five-pointed stars dotted in the green leaves, which perfectly formed a beautiful picture with the leaves. Plum blossom is really "why light blue and deep red?" It is a first-class flower. " Suddenly, my thoughts flew!
Vaguely yesterday, you and I walked on this snow-covered country road, watching the blooming plum blossoms. I gently picked one and put it in my hand. The scarlet color of plum blossoms is particularly gorgeous under the sunshine, and it also adds a little joy to the earth covered with a white carpet. If you look closely, you will find that the texture in the flower is as close as ours and will not separate for a long time. Smell the plum blossom, and you will find a faint fragrance staying at the tip of your nose. When you yawn, my eyes roll and I start playing tricks again. Put the plum blossom in your mouth and let you taste it carefully. Looking into your eyes, I know plum blossoms are not delicious. I giggled. When I was laughing, you picked a plum blossom and put it in my mouth. You smiled too. Your laughter and mine are intertwined with the blowing wind. Our friendship accompanied plum blossoms through the dark night, dispelling the cold wind in the middle of the night, letting warmth flow in our hearts and making our friendship last forever.
Time flies, and it passes quickly in front of us. Another 365 days have passed quietly.
It's another winter, and I'm still watching plum blossoms with you under this plum tree, but I'm not as happy as I was last year. The air is filled with sadness, and plum trees are quietly accompanying us. The wind blows, blows the petals and dances gently. I reached out to catch it for fear that it would fly away. Like our separation. I picked a plum blossom, but I couldn't appreciate the glory of last year, and the petals became smaller. The texture is also alienated? I gently put the plum blossom in your hand and shed tears. It was you who told me to learn the power of plum blossom, and I finally understood how important friends are.
That's it. Long time no see. Now that you are in a foreign country, in the plum petals in your letter, I often recall those happy and happy days we spent together. ...