In those days when we walked together, 1 I opened the Sikuquanshu that my teacher gave me, and a dried flower appeared in front of me. This is that the petals of flowers are no longer full under the sucking of pages and papers day after day, leaving only cicada-like thin wings, trembling in the wind.
She is magnolia.
Everyone who has been to the teacher's house knows that there is a big magnolia tree in front of the teacher's yard. Every summer, you can smell the scent of magnolia across the street. If we follow the taste and walk into the yard, no matter whether the grades are good or bad, she will give us a piece of watermelon with a smile, so we will stand under the flowers with watermelon in our hands, taste the sweet taste and ask about the flowers, and our hearts will be drunk.
At this time, I also thought, why not Teacher Magnolia?
Yes, at that time, we loved the young and lively English teacher and the amiable head teacher. No one has expressed a good impression on the real China teacher.
But one day. ...
One day she didn't come to our Chinese class, the next day and the third day. ...
We are puzzled that so many boring Chinese classes have been replaced by extracurricular teachers, which is followed by the bad news brought by the head teacher: she has a tumor.
Look at each other. Really, it is no exaggeration to use this word to describe us at that time. No one will believe that the teacher who lives day and night suddenly falls ill, even though we don't like her that much.
The summer vacation is coming, so many times we go to the teacher's house to see magnolia flowers, always thinking that the teacher will come out and greet us with a smile next moment, and always want to go to those sweet watermelons.
In fact, the teacher's home is opposite the hospital. How many times we looked at the hospital under the magnolia tree and guessed whether the teacher was on the third or fourth floor, but no one had the courage to visit her. I wonder if the teacher feels better one day. When she walks to the window and overlooks, she will see us who are still in the inpatient department without focus.
But after the summer vacation, from the sixth grade, we saw her stand up strongly, standing in the classroom, standing in front of us and behind the podium.
Our eyes flashed on her and looked greedily over and over again. The teacher has lost weight again, and her hair is a little whiter, which is closer to our hearts.
The teacher is still the same teacher, but we all like her.
This period of time is the most memorable period for us to get along with her.
Time flies, the sun flies, and unconsciously, junior high school life is coming to an end and the graduation bell is about to ring. Looking back on those days together, I feel misty-eyed with tears. ...
Do you remember? "The bell rang for ten minutes. Come, let's relax ... "
Just entering the school gate of junior high school, everything feels so fresh and strange. The long 45 minutes always feel too slow, and the bell of class always makes us so happy, as if it brought us into a happy world.
At that time, we were all "children" and always loved to play. We won't enter the classroom unless we ring the doorbell. And always listen carefully to the teacher's discipline, but after listening, he ran to the outside of the cloud nine. ...
Do you remember? "Don't look at me like that, my face will turn into a red apple ..."
Then we began to love dressing up. Girls begin to pay attention to whether their clothes are beautiful, whether their hair styles are in good condition, whether their hands are stained with dust, and whether their shoes are clean ... while boys turn their hair styles into explosive heads, and the hair they follow smiles at the sky, and they always like to be cool, thinking that they are so chic. ...............................................................................
Do you remember? "Ah teacher teacher, dearest teacher, why is the sky blue ..."
Life in junior high school is accompanied by hard-working and simple teachers every day. The sound of chalk on the blackboard is the teacher's painstaking efforts; Severe criticism of the teacher after class is the pure teaching of the teacher; The affable voice when you are uncomfortable is the teacher's heartfelt concern. ...
Even so, those of us who have no knowledge have given our teachers a nickname, which casts a layer of dust on their image. It's like going back to the past and really understanding the love of those teachers. I think we should be more rational.
Do you remember? "The sun is always after the storm, and there is a clear sky on the dark clouds ..."
We grew up and began to understand the importance of reading. When I came to the classroom, I saw a figure immersed in bitterness. In class, what you hear is a call for knowledge. When the class is over, what you see is the pace of catching up with time. When you hear someone talking about something, it must be a pleasant topic ... our efforts are only to have an excellent result, because we learn the ladder of human progress, because we like to swim in the ocean of knowledge, because we understand that we have knowledge, so it is.
Those hardships paved the way for sweet returns, because it will always clear up after the rain. Because sweat watered the soil of success.
The days we passed together, I was very happy because of your company, and those adventurous dreams, I felt sincerely happy because of your company. ...
At the beginning of the days we walked together, we were all children. Finally, I long to be an angel. Ballads in ballads hide the shadow of fairy tales. Children's children, where should they fly-
I met you in the first grade. Your short hair is exquisite and elegant, with a big bow on your head, and you often smile at me. I remember when we first met, you looked at me with round eyes, as if you were particularly curious about everything about me. I smiled at you, you froze for a moment, and then gave me a big smile. In this way, we became good friends.
You are my first friend since the first day of junior high school, and our relationship has always been very good. You study very well. I always ask you questions that I don't understand or can't. You are always so patient and always take care of me, making me feel warm inside.
You are always so kind. Once, we went shopping together, and you took me and said, "What's wrong over there?" I am also out of curiosity, holding your hand to see the crowd. At first glance, it turned out that an old man fell to the ground and no one helped him. I was going to go up, but I didn't expect you to rush out and help the old man up and dial 120, swearing: "You people only know how to watch the fun, it's your life!" After that, the old man took my hand on your irate back and safely put the old man on the ambulance. You stayed with the old man in the hospital for two whole days, and the doctor said you didn't leave until the old man was fine. In those two days, you let me see the real you, kind you.
I entered the second grade. Fortunately, we are still in the same class. At the beginning of school, we saw you sitting there quietly in the new classroom. It was a big hug. We laughed happily. The study career of senior two is obviously much busier than that of senior one. I worry about my homework every day, and you always comfort me when I am depressed. When I feel helpless and want to cry, you always give me a shoulder and a hug, and I gradually start to rely on you.
However, the study life of the second day of junior high school is coming to an end, and you have to go. You have to go to Guangzhou. I held you in my arms and burst into tears all over my skirt. You didn't give up saying goodbye to me. That night, I couldn't sleep, and I would think of the little things we were together. It's so warm and touching. Now, everything has changed. ....
At the beginning, we were all children. Yes, we will grow up eventually, but in this growing journey, everything about you and me will be deeply imprinted in our minds. I'll never forget the days when we walked together!
In those days when we walked together, time kept flying forward, planting seeds in the spring soil in the fence, and then gestating and sending them out, leaving only the root full of memories.
I used to be one of them. I transferred to two kindergartens and two primary schools. Life in kindergarten has become blurred, but life in primary school is still fresh in my memory.
I once heard a song, and the lyrics were like this, "Remember when we walked side by side through that bustling alley …" Looking back at us, it was not like this at the beginning! Just listen, every smiling face of yours really shakes in front of my eyes.
On September 20xx 1 day, I first stepped into the campus and started a six-year journey. I still vaguely remember that in the first grade, it was a morning, a particularly beautiful morning, and I came to the classroom, which was a good start.
When we come to the classroom, first the teacher introduces himself, then ours. A little girl blushed and introduced herself: "Hello everyone ... My name is ..." She finally went to class. "Hello, shall we make friends?" Several little girls said in unison. She replied in a low voice, "Good, good!" Suddenly, the girl's confidence increased a lot. Then, in the bright sunshine, several girls are enjoying themselves. That's my freshman year. I'm a sophomore, and I still remember the laughter when I was playing on campus. That's great. By the third grade, we began to have our own secrets. When I was in the fourth grade, I was still immersed in a beautiful fairy tale, but I didn't know that parting was wandering around us. ...
Speaking of everything in this world, there are some things that must be done. There are some unknown opportunities, we study and play together; There is still a little helplessness, a transfer, a farewell, so that we have to separate and say goodbye to each other.
I know crying is futile, but I couldn't help crying quietly that day. Later, I gradually adapted to the new life, new teachers, new classmates and new campus. I silently cheer for myself and for you!
If time can be turned back, if the world can be reversed, if everything can be done all over again, if … unfortunately, there is no if!
Thank you for the teachers and classmates who have been with me for four years! Thank you for the teachers and classmates who have been with me for two years! I will always remember you! You are the most perfect memory in my primary school life, forever.
You are deep in my mind, in my dreams, in my heart and in my songs. No matter how far away, our hearts will always be together!
Now, three years of junior high school life really jumped in front of me. I will also enter a brand-new world, new classmates, new teachers and new campus.
Maybe the next good memories will begin, I'm looking forward to it!
The days we passed together, like water, can lock the memory of love, but can't lock the sadness of love. In the long life, happiness will always fade in love at first sight, and the most urgent thing is always the most beautiful time.
Remember the year when we first entered the classroom? Little us looked at his new classmate with curious eyes, and at this time, there are still more than 100 days left, and we are going our separate ways.
Do you remember? The Three Musketeers who stick together all day always call me glutinous rice with more than 70% nerve cells in the mattress. I don't know if the penguins from the North Pole still remember. We have been talking about transporting penguins to the tropical melting point, but it has never been successful. I don't know. Do you remember the coconut milk we nicknamed mushrooms? When we sat at the same table, we threatened to cut off my hair and made my deskmate cry. Little did I know that the person who turned me into her cat would not evaporate the friendship we built up bit by bit after changing places now.
I still remember the Fiona Fang Baili who robbed my painting but didn't give me dumplings. Whenever we meet, we will fight, but if we can't fight, we will ask for help. One second, nobody cares about anyone, and the next, they are pulling people to buy water to drink. I still remember the bottle that I learned to buy milk tea, bread and stationery with me that afternoon. I think we will always be good friends.
Two children were admitted to banana school before us. I wonder if they can recognize me at a glance when I appear in front of them. I don't know if Maisui, who is a twin like me, will secretly take the water I just bought when I'm not looking, and then take a big drink. Maybe if there is an opportunity, I will still hide my pencil case from her when she turns around. At that time, she would call me angrily: "Good boy, send it back to Lao Zi." I also want to know if the girl with my surname who used to sit in the penultimate row of the fourth group is still studying the topic in banana class as usual, and she is quiet and doesn't disturb others.
Do you still remember the days when we walked together in those years?
I can't remember how many times. I'll never forget this life. More than 700 days and nights of concern, get a lifetime of feelings. Suddenly feel like crying, inadvertently we are all growing up. In the future, collect less and leave more. ...
In the past youth, friendship may be the most beautiful scenery and the most worthwhile experience. Pure friendship is a wine worth cherishing for a lifetime. Perhaps our maturity is inseparable from cherished experiences, just as dancing in quicksand is inseparable from the wind.
Unconsciously, we are all on the verge of breaking up.
Time is too short, only cherish it.
In those days when we walked together, composition 6 "The old tree in front of the door sprouted new buds, and the dead tree in the yard blossomed again". Hey ~ I don't know when I can see you again. Year after year, time flies like running water. The flowers in front of the door failed and blossomed again. The leaves along the road are falling and growing ... everything is changing.
Air quality is not what it used to be. Our life is no longer 0 degrees. I may have become mature, or I may have grown taller. I don't know about you. How are you doing?
Years of companionship has become a habit, and a familiar voice has become a necessity, but after all, it is not good enough for reunion.
How unforgettable the days we spent with you are. Now there is only one me and all the things that keep circulating ... I think of the wind whistling in my ear and the first ray of sunshine in the morning, so I take them as you and comfort myself. Maybe in this way, I won't feel lonely, and I won't feel desolate and cold at night.
I really want to walk in the rain with you all the time, just like that, feel the baptism of the rain quietly, step on the puddle, jump the square and look at the familiar people around me.
Looking back on the past time, I can't bear to wave with you, looking at the place with your breath, walking backwards, accidentally tripping, and seeing two different hands reaching out to me, looking up, the sun shining on those two familiar faces, smiling at me.
I just want to reach out and hold those hands. Just when I was about to touch them, you turned into golden powder and floated away with the wind. ...
There is a section of road where you and I walked hand in hand, running against the scorching sun, with whistling winds on both sides and a blue sky overhead, sitting on the observation deck of the playground and looking at the red sky. ...
Maybe, I will meet you somewhere on the timeline. Maybe we just happened to miss it. I grabbed my pocket watch and hurried there to meet you, but who knows, maybe it was raining. Maybe you should hurry.
The days with you are my most precious time, and I locked it in the box of time. Bury it in your heart. Perhaps, I will never dig it up again, let it take root and sprout, and wait for it to grow into a big tree.
The days with you are very short, and when that time comes, time will pass faster. I can't catch it and escape through my fingers.
In this way, I waved goodbye to you. We are far apart, but our hearts embrace each other tightly. All those years, the days we spent with you ...
The days we passed together were seven clouds in Yakumo, with flowers blooming and falling. In a blink of an eye, six years passed quietly. In these six years, we have grown from a fragile small tree to a towering tree. Now, after graduation, we will all go our separate ways and start a new study life. Do you still remember the days when we walked together in those years?
Remember the spring we walked together in those years? Spring has come, and the campus is thriving. The grass sneaked out of the ground, tender and green, and those flowers were in full bloom, colorful and fragrant, attracting many butterflies and bees to visit! After class, we can't help but run to the lawn and enjoy dancing with flowers and butterflies! Or hide-and-seek, or throw handkerchiefs, or jump the grid, and have fun. As soon as the bell rang, they all ran back to the classroom sweating.
Do you still remember the summers we spent together in those years? Summer has come, bringing hot sunshine and vibrant green. The campus is full of big branches and leaves, which provide us with a shade and bring us a little coolness. At this time, whenever we have time, we all come to sit on the lawn under the big tree, take books, study and discuss happily together, and enjoy this leisurely and comfortable time. Sometimes, we are still lying under the big tree, wearing headphones, listening to songs, letting the wind blow wildly from our faces and blowing our hair. Those days, how wonderful!
Remember the autumn we walked together in those years? Autumn has come, crops are abundant, fruits are fragrant, and maple trees have dyed Miki Sayaka golden yellow, which is beautiful. We always like to bring all kinds of delicious fruits to school and share the delicious food under the maple tree. You are a banana, I am a mango, and she is a grape. Everyone generously took out their own things to share with their classmates.
Do you still remember the winters we spent together in those years? Winter came, the grass withered, the flowers withered and the animals hibernated. We all put on big cotton-padded jackets and wrapped them like zongzi. We didn't flinch in the face of the biting cold wind. After class, we still ran to the huge playground with undiminished interest to play and chase happily. Although it is heavy, we are still very happy.
In those years, the days we walked together, the ups and downs we spent together, the joys and sorrows, were all so beautiful. In the face of differences, those beautiful golden memories will always be buried in the depths of our memories, unforgettable and indelible. We will start a new study life. Believe that there will be more in the future? Beautiful!
Unconsciously, I have spent six years studying and living in a foreign language, and we are about to graduate to meet the new school and new courses. In the past six years, what impressed me most was the teacher's teaching and the smiling faces of my classmates.
Teacher, you let us thrive! When we were "short of water", it was your selfless dedication that watered us; When we give up, you are also encouraging us and cheering for us! In these six years, your contribution is the most memorable. You taught us how to be a man and how to face difficulties. "You have a wrinkle on your face, let's see more", this sentence is a portrayal of your efforts.
Even though I entered a new school and met new classmates, I will never forget the classmates who accompanied me through my primary school life. You have brought me happiness and harvest, and you have added a lot of luster to the monotonous and long primary school life.
I remember when I was in the second grade, I was still a shy and introverted child. I have been running and dancing with my classmates since I switched to a foreign language. Gradually, my personality has changed a lot. I have become generous, and I often get up and speak in class. I have become lively, and often follow my family to climb mountains and travel outdoors; I have also become helpful. When I see someone in need, I will lend a helping hand. ...
Once, President Zhang asked me, "What is your greatest achievement in foreign languages?" I believe that many students will definitely answer the learning gains, but my answer is "happiness". Yes, the biggest change that Wei Wai has given me is to make my life happy. After the study, I will play football and basketball with my classmates on the playground, and go to physical exercise together to reduce the pressure of study. In fact, there are many colorful activities outside Weifang, such as the annual "Art and Sports Festival", English drama competition, flea market and so on. When we are about to graduate, the school also set up a "Weifang foreign language course supermarket", so that we can choose our favorite courses and prepare ourselves for entering a good junior high school.
Wei wai, my alma mater, I will always remember you! Here, I know how to be grateful, and I will never forget my teacher's kindness. I thank the teacher for everything he has done for us! I have gained friendship, and friendship will last forever. May the tree of friendship be evergreen all the year round!
When I was 9 hours old, I often walked with my parents. I walked in the middle and my parents hugged me. We walked slowly together, chatting, enjoying the surrounding scenery, enjoying ourselves and putting aside the boredom and fatigue of the day.
Our route is almost fixed, starting from home, turning out of the community, passing through the reception room of the power company and reaching the fountain pool. Father often lies on the steps by the pool, while mother walks around the fountain. It is said that she can lose weight. And I will fiddle with some flowers and plants in the grass beside me, or put my finger in front of an ant and let the little ant run around in my hand. Sometimes, I will pull out a grass to rub my father's face, my father will hold me, and we will lie down and watch the sky together.
The sky is beautiful in summer and evening, and the clouds have deep and light colors.
"Diandian, what do you think the clouds in the sky look like?"
"Like a painter's painting."
Many years have passed, and I still remember that day. The wind brushed my hair gently. I held my father's hand and watched the birds fly by: "Dad, Dad, the birds can fly ..."
Of course birds can fly, but I can't. Only with my father's help can I climb the highest steps around the fountain pool and see the distant mountains and the endless traffic on the road. ...
If it's a rest day, we'll go a little further until we reach the river, because I like watching boats and boats coming and going. I found that a full ship always sinks its bow very low, while an empty ship often has a high bow. I think it's because the empty boat is too proud, and my mother says it's because the boat is full of worries. So my father would say slowly like a philosopher, "Different perspectives will lead to different views on the same thing."
When the street lamp is on, we will walk back slowly. When we walk under the street lamp, our shadow will shrink small and short. As we move away from street lamps, our shadows will become big and long. Under the flickering street lights, childhood memories will be short and long.
Now, when I grow up, I will go out alone and play with my friends. Just like today, when I came back from the library and passed the fountain, I suddenly remembered the days when I used to walk with my parents. At that moment, I suddenly wanted to hold my parents' hands again. ...