Every word and action is always about love 1

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be magnetized, gathering rapidly from all directions, and the strong wind swept the earth like an angry lion. The street was quiet, and occasionally I heard the sound of cats in the strong wind. She was carrying the sack that she always carried with her back open, and her eyes were searching hard for something. Finally, she found him in an alley, and he also saw her, his face Shang said to her with a slightly embarrassed smile: "Look! Today I..." Before he could finish speaking, she threw the thing in his hand away with her hand and yelled: "Why don't you listen to me and stay well?" You are not in good health at home, will you make me more worried when you get sick?"

She said, tears were rolling in the corners of her eyes, and the annoyance was written on his face? Above, the wind blew wildly at them. He stepped forward and wiped away her tears, held her hand with one hand and her shoulder with the other and turned to walk home.

The wind blew the jar she threw away from his hand, making a beautiful sound in the strong wind. She hugged him too, and found that he had become thin, and tears couldn't help falling again, so she hugged him tighter. From a distance, they become an inseparable whole.

A few days later, he found that he was feeling much better and begged her to let him go out to work too. After several beggings, she was stubborn but finally thought that the weather was nice and it was time to go out for a walk. nodded.

He decided to perform well in front of her to prove that he was much better. He was like a bird just out of the nest, walking and running happily, always rushing to pick up the rags in front of her when he saw them. A feeling of pampering appeared on her face, she smiled, and so did he.

At noon, she bought a bowl of stuffed skin, found a shady place and sat down with him to eat. She stopped after taking a few mouthfuls and said, "My stomach and intestines are not good these days, so I can't eat so much. You can eat it!" He also stopped, holding his stomach and said, "I ate too much this morning and I haven't digested it yet." Okay, I can’t eat that much, you can eat it!” They pushed and laughed, and he fed her a bite, and she fed him a mouthful, and finally the bowl of stuffed skin was happily eaten. Passers-by had no idea about their laughter and only looked at them inexplicably, but the laughter permeated their every word and deed.

They continued to work, the sunlight penetrating the road ahead of them. Every word and action is always about love 2

Those years, the late autumn years that passed by, in that brilliant season, echoed over and over again the whispers between you and me, rippling our laughter.

The leaves on the campus have already been covered with golden leaves to welcome the arrival of late autumn. The wind at that time, mixed with the fury of winter, penetrated the friendship between the two people far away.

At that time, we vowed to enter the same junior high school and continue our friendship. But it is not as good as God. We are in the same school but not in the same class. We are far apart and become people in two different worlds.

Standing in the cool autumn wind, I looked for you blindly, and you promised me that you would definitely come. Time passes by minute by minute, but I still don’t see you alive and kicking. Did something happen? Hope not. At this time, a black coat surrounded my originally cold body. "Have you been waiting for a long time? I saw that you only wore two pieces of clothing, so I ran home to get some clothes for you." She smiled quietly and wrapped my hands that were red from the cold with her gloved hands. , stretched out her hand to tidy up my hair that was originally messed up by the wind with great care, and every strand became docile under her hands. I stared at her silently, without saying a word, and her warm body temperature filled my palms, slowly melting the glacier in my heart. Your smile is still as warm as before, and it still brings happiness to others. I held your hand slightly and ran in this bustling city, breaking through all obstacles and running towards the road ahead. I released the worries and uneasiness I had always had, laughed loudly without any scruples, and ignored the astonishment of passers-by. and strange looks. I can’t remember what happened next. I only remember that your home was on the third street behind us, that’s all.

Nowadays, the strong autumn feeling on campus has not passed yet. The only thing I remember is that touching late autumn. That is my favorite season, carrying with me my nostalgia and memories.

I still remember your every smile, every word and every deed in those years. Everything we say and do is always about love 3

Maybe we don’t quite understand how precious family love is, and maybe we take everything our parents do for granted. Perhaps only when we are sad and depressed due to setbacks can we truly understand our parents' good intentions and feel their selfless love.

It was an evening in early autumn, the sun had just set and the heat had not yet dissipated. I walked alone on the road aimlessly. The bright red numbers on the test paper are clearly engraved in my mind and cannot be forgotten. I walked stupidly like a robot, climbing the steps step by step. Opening the door, my mother came to greet me. She smiled and said: "Son, you are back, are you tired? Hurry up and give the bag to mom. Mom has made a lot of your favorite dishes. Come and try them." As she said that, she handed over a glass of cold water. But I paid no attention to my mother. I just walked into my room slowly, closed the door, put away my schoolbag, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling blankly.

My mother gently opened the door and sat beside my bed: "What's wrong with my son today? Are you unhappy? Tell me, and my mother may be able to help you." My mother comforted me at the side, and her comforting words at this time came to my ears, Like a mosquito buzzing in your ears. The more I listened, the more annoyed I became. Finally, I yelled at my mother: "I'm so annoyed, stop talking!" After hearing this, my mother was stunned, shook her head, and went out.

I lay in bed and thought about it, and felt something was wrong. I slowly opened the door and poked my head out. I didn't see my mother. I closed the door and lay on the bed again. It was getting dark gradually, it was half past eight, and my stomach began to sing about the empty city strategy. My mother opened the door and I turned my head to the other side. My mother said earnestly: "Son, although I don't know what happened to you today, I just hope you are well and I hope you are happy." After that, my mother walked out silently. . I turned my head with tears in my eyes and saw a bowl of rice with my favorite food on it. I couldn't stop the tears anymore and burst out.

I finally understand that in our lives, our parents’ words and deeds are always for us, and they are always better for us. This is true: every word and action is always about love, all kinds of love and all kinds of love! Every word and every action is always about love 4

In the more than a year since we were separated, I will never forget your words and deeds. We have been inseparable for six years, and every smile of yours is like drizzle on the lake, causing ripples in my heart one after another. Your every help is like spring rain nourishing my heart. I can't forget you. I can't forget your thin figure.

We have been in the same grade, the same class, the same group, and the same table for six years in primary school. This is our fate. Do you remember that time? This is something I will never forget.

I had a high fever and didn’t come for a week. The teacher seemed to have forgotten me and lectured as usual. Time flew by and I fell behind a lot in my classes after a week. “What should I do! Next week’s midterm Exam!" I was anxious. "Don't be afraid, I'll help you fix it!" A crisp voice came into my ears, I turned my head, it was you.

You smile sweetly, and your two shallow smiles add to the charm of your smile. A pair of big eyes, watery and shining, surrounded me with a warm gaze. "Yeah." I nodded.

Every night you walk to my house with me, until late at night, you go home alone. Your petite figure looks particularly petite in the night. You always turn around and say to me: "Go home, I am not afraid of the dark alone!" After that, you run away. Every time I always see your petite figure go home little by little until it is completely swallowed up by the night. As I walked, for some reason, tears flowed down like dropped beads. One accidentally slipped into my mouth, and it turned out to be sweet.

It’s been more than a year, I wonder if you remember, if you still remember me as a good sister: do you miss me. I just want to tell you that you have left a deep mark on my heart that I will never forget.

Every word and action is always about love...Every word and action is always about love 5

The golden sun is warm, projecting the tranquility of a room; lightly open the curtains, and let the wind enter the room. My son, I brought you the faint scent of spring rolls. It’s spring again.

The so-called spring rolls, commonly known as pancakes, are considered to usher in spring when they are eaten. As the saying goes: Spring comes to the world and the world knows it. The lingering thoughts, with the arrival of spring, float like green smoke towards the noon when the spring rolls are lightly fragrant and the festival is full of flavor

After a morning of listening, speaking, reading and writing, I finally mastered the eighteen kinds of homework . As soon as I opened the door, the thick fragrance of spring rolls penetrated my internal organs, making me feel hungry. As soon as the spring rolls come on the scene, the billions of nerve endings on the tip of the tongue begin to stimulate the brain, making you unable to stop. Only a good meal can solve the problem.

After an ecstatic encounter between my lips and teeth, I pulled myself out of the spring roll. Shining a light on her face, it was shiny. Just as she was about to wipe it with paper, she saw her mother picking up a spoon and carefully tearing off the spring roll wrapper. The sun shone on her forehead, and the water droplets were mixed with sweat beads, making it look like porcelain tiles in the sand. , extremely conspicuous. There are two or three white hairs mixed in with the black hair. They are not many in number, but they are unusually abrupt. I didn't realize that since then, my mother had lost her youthfulness. Her aging appearance is a sign of her defeat in the war of time.

My heart twisted, tears rolled out of my eyes and fell to the ground in an instant. In the haze, I saw another plate of spring rolls, as white as jade, appearing in front of me. Looking up, I saw my mother's face. She smiled and said: Eat it, mom made it by herself, hot!

The tip of my tongue was numb, so I continued to taste it while exhaling the heat: the soft and chewy skin met the crisp, sweet and tender cabbage, the crisp and delicious radish, and the pork belly melted in my mouth.

This taste is full of care and has a long aftertaste!

This taste contains maternal love and lingers in the soul!

This taste, filled with family affection, will never go away! Every word and deed is always about love 6

Flowers bloom and fall, years fly by, looking back on the past, there is always a group of people clearly and surely engraved on the stone along the way, their words and deeds are lingering The demeanor and gestures are all so deeply stored in the most secluded corner of my heart. No matter how windy or rainy the outside world is, they still convey warm feelings and give me the motivation to keep moving forward.

Listen to the sound of friendship·idle flowers

Although gossip is small, it must be heard.

The successive dissatisfactions brought me to the edge of collapse. I hid myself among the vines in the sky, wanting to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world forever. Wearing a white dress, she walked slowly. The surroundings were quiet, except for a slight sigh. She sat down and clasped my fingers, and the warmth immediately dispelled the coldness in my body. After a long time, a clear voice came to my ears: "Life is full of unsatisfactory things, how can we be easily defeated by them? We still have a long way to go in the future, so why not face it positively, even if it hurts? I will be happy." There were ripples in my heart, stirred up by the gentle idle flowers.

I think it is these heartfelt words that allow me to have the support of friendship and keep moving forward.

Observe family love and drizzle scene

Although the drizzle is small, you can definitely see it.

A series of complicated math problems finally exhausted my patience. I threw the pen down and ran into the bedroom crying, completely ignoring the trace of surprise that flashed in my mother's eyes. I lay in bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already very late, but a very small voice came from outside the door: "This question should be connected to this line... Tears slid down my face silently, in the hazy I seemed to see my parents crouching at their desks under the desk lamp, stroking their temples from time to time, while the anger in their hearts was extinguished by the gentle drizzle.

I think it is precisely because of this hard work that I have the support of family and keep moving forward.

Every word and deed conveys my deep love for me. , I will treasure them in my heart and move forward forever. Every word and deed is always about love 7

In life, there is a person who has been silently supporting me and caring about me. Although that love is not as warm as a mother's love, It nourishes my heart like spring rain.

He is an ordinary father. Although he is not a farmer, he has been working hard at his job. My father usually talks very little and is very strict with me. The homework must be checked every day, but I know it is my responsibility.

“It’s cold, so wear more clothes! "I'll buy you what to eat this morning." "There's milk in the refrigerator." "Can you do your homework?" "Such words rang in my ears more than once, and I gradually understood father's love.

One night, when I was doing homework, I heard my parents arguing in the room. It seemed to be a problem with the house. I vaguely heard this sentence: "What are you afraid of? In the worst case, I will sell the house to support her education. "My heart trembled. It was my father's voice. He stopped what he was doing and walked to the door of my parents' room. At this time, my father came out. His big, sad eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, but his expression remained the same. So persevering. For the first time, I noticed the shining silver hair on my father’s head. I couldn’t help but shed tears. I couldn’t believe that the words I just heard came from my usual indifference. Father.

At night, my father walked to my room and crept away when the lights went out, but I shed tears again. I wanted to say to him, "Dad, I'm sorry." "I used to blame my father for little things, and even thought of taking revenge on him when he scolded me. But now that I think about it, how stupid were my thoughts!

Father's love is like a mountain, I must I will cherish this family affection. Every word and deed is always about love 8

Sitting in the quiet study room, looking at the word "gratitude", your face flashed in front of me. , without reservation

Someone once asked me: "Are you happy? "I'm at a loss, happy?

I stood there stubbornly, and your whip came down in response - "pop" I clearly felt the heat coming from my calf, it stung first and then started Feeling hot, I couldn't help biting my lower lip - "Pah!" my tears fell down and splashed on the floor, creating a wet color. The pain in my legs became more obvious and seemed to swell - "I let No matter how stubborn you are! "Your face is flushed, the muscles on your cheeks are tense, and your hands fall down again...

Sitting on the chair, I slowly lifted up my trousers, and the strips on my calves were bright red. The red marks showed up in the sunlight like this, they expanded rapidly, jumped and glowed red - "squeak" the door was pushed open, you casually fiddled with the hair by your ears and took out a bottle of ointment from behind, lightly He said: "Wipe it yourself. "My heart suddenly started to churn, and a burst of sourness came to my nose: "I don't need it! Your face, which had just softened, became tense again: "Are you still reasonable?" Hurry up! "I turned my head away angrily, and you quickly walked up to me, squatted down and lifted my feet: "Don't scream if it hurts." "The ointment seeps into the skin and feels cool when touched by your fingertips. It cools down moment by moment until all my resentments are washed away.

Looking at the few strokes traced by the pen tip in front of the table The ink-colored "Decisive Battle for High School Entrance Examination" couldn't help but sigh, and he buried his head and wrote a few words quickly. "Dong dong" The door panel tapped lightly, and you poked your head in: "Why are you still doing it? Go to bed quickly and don't stay up late. " Still with a little blame, but it made me feel a little pampered, I smiled: "Okay, okay, I'll go to bed later. "You looked at it suspiciously and closed the door.

Dear mother, do you know that I am writing a letter to you now?

Fish says to water, you can’t see my tears because I am in your arms. Water says to the fish, I can feel your tears because you are in my heart.

Is happiness like this? Every word and action is always about love 9

The sunlight passed through the square yard and poured onto the cement floor. It was warm, like my great-grandmother's rough and cracked hands, gently caressing my face.

That autumn, we arrived at this small village leaning on the mountains. My great-grandmother was basking in the sun with her eyes squinted in the yard. Because of the dialect barrier, I could only hold back my words and hide under the eaves to spy on her appearance from a distance.

My great-grandmother’s appearance has completely disappeared from my childhood memory. I looked carefully at this kind old man - a few haggard black hairs came out from under the navy blue round felt hat, there were circles of ripple-like wrinkles and age spots on his cheeks, and his withered hands were covered with fragile bones. Zhangpi. Ninety years old and dying! Just then, she caught a glimpse of me, and I looked at her. There was irresistible love in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. It was the feeling of connected hearts between ancestors and grandchildren. She struggled to stand up tremblingly, her curled fingers struggling to grasp the armrests of the chair, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

I rushed over, quickly supported her, helped her back to the seat, and sat quietly at her feet. A smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, she took my hand and nodded.

Her lips suddenly moved, and words like black hair floated out. I really didn't understand what she said, so I nodded desperately at a loss. How I wish I could understand the old man's words at this moment, even just one sentence! She seemed a little disappointed, but then she slowly reached out her hand and gently rubbed my face. In an instant, the warmth of the sun filled my whole body. We didn't speak anymore, but we all understood each other. Somehow, it was a tacit understanding of love that made us understand each other.

The sunshine in winter is always short-lived, and the warmth on my body gradually fades away. I stand in the middle of the desolate yard. In the funeral procession, I wore a blue swag on my head - my great-grandmother was gone. That visit in autumn turned out to be a farewell forever.

I didn’t cry because I understood that my great-grandmother was watching from heaven, and she must hope that we all live a safe and happy life. Everything I say and do is always about love. Maybe this love can really accompany me throughout my life. Every word and action is always about love 10

The thread of longing; the affectionate words; the deed of giving, bring your smile, sway the bell of love; shake the world of the heart; light up the beacon of the road. Love, so far silent.

Nagging

In the morning, your love is invisible. "Get up quickly! Didn't you memorize the English words?" "Recite the Chinese text for me!" "Eat quickly and listen to the tape carefully!" As soon as I climbed out of the hazy world, I was faced with a "bombardment". "I know! Are you annoyed?" "You have to endure hardships to become a master... In short, you should move faster!" Your habit has turned into helplessness and hidden in my heart. "You have said it n times..." "Quickly recite it!" "Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin." Your nagging always nourishes my heart after helplessness.

Shadow

In the morning, your love is gone. Your hurried back always catches my hazy eyes. I leaned against the door, my eyes opening and closing, muttering words that I couldn't hear clearly. Only your figure, who seemed to be full of energy, came into my heart. Fold the quilt, fold it, fold it again, and fold it again, wrapping it with infinite love for me. There is still some warmth left in the air. "Plop!" My quilt was pressed tightly against the heater, occupying the entire space. And your quilt is only curled up in a corner, but you are willing to do so. I fully enjoyed the warmth and the fragrance of love.

Staring

In the morning, your love is silent. Your affectionate eyes always shine into my hazy heart. You are creating, and I am outside the window, gradually melting time. Sighing, you only watch me, integrating love into the moment. I am tired of studying, stripping away your pain; drying your tears; hurting your heart. The rolling love penetrates you and me. You are eager to close the almost insurmountable generation gap and erase your bad image in my heart, without realizing that we are already on the same footstep, leaving opposite marks.

In your throbbing figure, your words and deeds have already touched the sparks of love, and your concern for me has turned into fuel, igniting your persistent, passionate, and never-extinguishing affection, quietly. The earth lingers around me. Every word and deed is always about love 11

Mother, when the storm comes in the sky, the bird hides in its nest: when the storm comes in my heart, I can only hide in your arms.

　---Inscription

A mother's love is like the breeze in summer, giving people a hint of coolness; a mother's love is like the warm sun in winter, giving people a sense of warmth; a mother's love Words and deeds are always about love.

One word: I believe in you

Last week, my "most powerful brain" had a problem: I didn't finish the English question mark assignment. The teacher said to write the exact words, but I remember only writing the words on the second page. When I first took the English class, I was still full of enthusiasm. When the teacher asked me to take out the question paper and test the vocabulary, I was dumbfounded. The teacher was testing the exact same vocabulary.

As a result, I was left to make up for my writing when school was over at noon. Time passed by second by second. At 11:50, the teacher finally came back. I didn't go home until I finished the vocabulary test. When I got home, I saw that my mother had already laid out the food. I was waiting for my mother's stormy voice to scold me, but it never came. What I received was a calm word: "I believe in you." My mother's expression was kind. The words "I believe in you" made me forget my shame and excuses. Mom, do you know? Your trust made me determined: remember my homework well and finish it. Sure enough, nothing has happened yet. My mother's words gave me trust.

One line: gentle caress

As soon as the results of the monthly exam came out, I was extremely disappointed. The dropped ranking made me speechless and fell into a trough. When I got home, I was depressed and silent. My mother saw what was on my mind. When I was sitting in a chair in a daze, she came to my side, stretched out her big warm hand, and gently touched my forehead. The touch is gentle, like the spring breeze; the touch is warm, like the winter sun. I was no longer sad, stood up, and said to my mother: "Next time, I will definitely do well in the exam." Since then, my efforts have been as lasting and strong as my mother's touch. Sure enough, I made progress, and my mother's words of encouragement gave me encouragement.

My mother’s words give me trust; my mother’s actions give me encouragement. My mother's words and deeds are always related to my growth. Mother, I love you. Everything we say and do is always about love 12

Maybe we don’t quite understand how precious family love is, and maybe we take everything our parents do for granted. Perhaps only when we are sad and depressed due to setbacks can we truly understand the good intentions of our parents and feel their selfless love.

It was an evening in early autumn, the sun had just set and the heat had not yet dissipated. I walked alone on the road aimlessly. The bright red numbers on the test paper are clearly engraved in my mind and cannot be forgotten. I walked stupidly like a robot, climbing the steps step by step. Opening the door, my mother came to greet me. She smiled and said: "Son, you are back, are you tired? Hurry up and give the bag to mom. Mom has made a lot of your favorite dishes. Come and try them." As she said this, she handed over a glass of cold water. But I ignored my mother at all. I just walked into my room slowly, closed the door, put my schoolbag away, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling blankly. My mother gently opened the door and sat beside my bed: "How is your son doing today? Are you unhappy? Tell me, and maybe my mother can help you." My mother comforted me at the side, and her comforting words at this time came to my ears, Like a mosquito buzzing in your ears. The more I listened, the more annoyed I became. Finally, I yelled at my mother: "I'm so annoyed, stop talking!" After hearing this, my mother was stunned, shook her head, and went out.

I lay in bed and thought about it, and felt something was wrong. I slowly opened the door and poked my head out. I didn't see my mother. I closed the door and lay on the bed again. It was getting dark gradually, it was half past eight, and my stomach began to sing about the empty city strategy. Mom opened the door, I turned my head to the other side, and she said earnestly: "Son, although I don't understand what happened to you today, I only wish you well and hope you are happy." After that, my mother walked out silently. . I turned my head with tears in my eyes and saw a bowl of rice with my favorite food on it. I couldn't stop the tears anymore and burst out.

I finally understood that in our lives, our parents’ words and deeds are always for us, and they are always better for us. This is really: every word and deed is always about love, all kinds of love and all kinds of love! Every word and every deed is always about love 13

A word of encouragement; a warm look; a subtle action. Every bit of this, every word and every action has softened my soul.

——Inscription

Every word and deed of care warms us, like a hot fireball, infecting us.

At that time, we were approaching the final exam stage. On the surface, everything seemed calm, but underneath there was already smoke. Because this exam is a semester-long test for us. In these busy days before the exam, it was precisely because of the care and help that accompanied me that my stress was relieved.

During that period, the competition among the students was very fierce. Everyone was immersed in studying, and the poor students were also cramming. Once, I encountered a difficult problem, and I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time. It happened that the teacher was not here today. I was thinking: The teacher is not here today, and the students are working hard themselves, so they will definitely not teach me. How about handing it in empty? No, no, you must do it well...

My deskmate looked at me, then at the exercise book in my hand, and asked: Do you know how to solve this question? At that time, it was like seeing a savior, and he nodded hurriedly. He smiled, and the pen in his hand rotated nimbly on the paper. He explained it to me repeatedly, and even I, who was very bad at mathematics, understood it. I smiled at him gratefully, and he smiled and said: We are classmates!

The words and deeds of relatives are as warm as spring; the words and deeds of classmates are as hot as summer; the words and deeds of strangers are as refreshing as autumn. In short, their words and deeds bring us warmth! Every word and deed is always about love 14

Parental love is selfless and great, but sometimes in every bit of life and in the words and deeds of our parents, we can feel the love of our parents better. of warmth.

Every time I go home on weekends, my mother will always prepare a table full of delicious food, saying that I study too hard at school and she wants to comfort me. I know that my parents actually worked harder than me. They worked hard for my life and never asked for anything in return. So when I hear my mother say these words, I always feel a little guilty, but when faced with a table of delicious food, I always welcome them.

Mom made my favorite small yellow croaker again. The fish were "lined up" and lying in the bowl, with brown soup and green garlic leaves scattered on them. It was really a " Beautiful and delicious”, let’s start! One, two, three... I really can't resist its deliciousness, and my mouth can't stop.

After eating for a long time, I subconsciously looked up at my mother. There was no fish bone on the edge of her bowl. I wondered: "Mom, why don't you eat fish?" "I don't like eating this." You eat the fish quickly, it won’t taste good when it’s cold!” I responded and lowered my head to enjoy the food.

"Uh!" I burped, I was so full. I put down the dishes and chopsticks, "Mom, I'm going to take a nap first!" "Okay, let's go!" As soon as I arrived in the room, the phone rang. What a coincidence! I answered the phone and it turned out that my uncle was back and asked us to go over and play. I hurriedly ran to the kitchen, ready to tell my mother. When I reached the kitchen door, I stopped. The scene in the kitchen surprised me very much. My mother was eating the leftover small yellow croaker I had eaten. She seemed to be eating with gusto. There was still a smile on his face, so much so that I stood at the door for a long time without noticing me.

I turned around and walked back a few steps. The past events were played in my mind one by one. My mother always said that she didn’t like to eat the things I liked to eat. It turned out that she was “lying”, but this It's a lie of love.

Love does not have to be earth-shattering. Sometimes love is condensed in words and deeds. As long as we have the eyes to discover love, we will always find these heart-warming details! Every word and action is always about love 15

There is always a word that touches the heartstrings; there is always an action that warms the heart; there are always those people who will be remembered forever.

The fragrance of tea caressed the three spring lights

"There is no limit to the sea of ??learning and hard work." During the hard study, I felt a bit sad. Looking at the pen tip in front of the table crossing a few wisps of ink and the books shrouded in the darkness of night - sprinting to the beginning, I can't help but sigh, "It starts with learning, and then it becomes hard." The water is boiling, and the scent of tea can be heard in the sound of boiling hot water. , lingering on the tip of the pen and lingering in the heart. Leisurely, a pair of hands patted the back and touched the forehead, just like the fragrance of tea - soft and graceful, like moonlight, like willow silk floating in the air, like the breeze caressing the surface of the sparkling lake, delicate and gentle. Yes, it is a father's touch accompanied by unlimited expectations. He didn't say anything, just a cup of light tea, a burst of floral fragrance, and a gentle caress that faded away the infinite sorrow and brought infinite care.

Tears make white hair protect flowers.

"The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before the tears dry up." This poem was taught to me by you. Have you ever remembered? You gave us your final encouragement. Your red eyes swept across the large classroom of fifty people and you couldn't help but shed tears in public. The sparkling tears soaked the sleeves, and the reluctant eyes were so warm and bright. Have you ever remembered that you accompanied us to study hard, with blood-red eyes but still persevered? Have you ever remembered that you taught us lessons but missed your mother’s last call? Have you ever remembered that you spoke a thousand words for us? Your hair style and color have been changed many times. I know it is to cover up the bright silver strands. Teacher, do you know that a single tear can lead me to a bright future?

Thousand words of writing paper are as close as each other

"Guan Guan Suijiu, in the river island..." I will never forget your memory. And you? Do you still remember the thousands of words between us? The constant chatter between you and me is better than any friendship. Remember those pieces of brown letter paper? Your beautiful handwriting above all inspires me. "Going to the next level" is your goal, and "the world is as close as your neighbor" is your true love. There is no need to be too gorgeous, just a thousand words and one letter can be remembered and missed for a lifetime.

Every word and action is always about feelings. Time passes and the scenery changes. What remains is the warmth, and what remains unchanged are the memories that accompany you.