As time goes on, everything is changing, everything is changing. It's so painful to watch someone I love die.
I am very grateful to God for giving me a grandmother who loves me. At that time, I was most attached to my grandmother because she always spoiled me. What's the fun? Delicious food is always left to me, but I can't bear to eat it at all. Every time after school, she always stands under the big tree in the village and waits for me to come back. She takes the bag from me and holds my hand. I feel her hands are so warm and full of love. Every time I pestered her to tell me how the landlord class and local strongmen oppressed the people when she was young. Every winter night, she always gets into bed first, and then lets me get in when it's warm. I feel so warm every time.
Who knows, a few days later, it rained cats and dogs in summer. The rain was sonorous and dense, and suddenly it was dark, the flowers withered, the seedlings were skewed, and the birds and butterflies disappeared without a trace. Looking at this bleak scene, I can't help shivering.
Sure enough, grandma died the next day. When I arrived, it was too late. I wasn't with grandma when she left, and I saw her the next day-lying in the mourning hall. Looking at her pale face, just like wiping white *, tears immediately flowed down. I stepped forward and took her hand. It was so cold that I remembered her telling me stories and giving me warm scenes. Although grandma has no breath, I can still feel the excitement when she speaks, the simple and kind breath she gives off. Grandma has suffered enough in her life, but she is still so sad and lonely when she leaves.
Many years later, when I was walking on a road in a field, I saw a tree in front of me. I walked over quickly and saw a trunk full of ravines and full of vitality, and suddenly thought of my grandmother. My kind grandmother also has such skin and vitality, and the years have left various marks on her mercilessly. Whenever I have difficulties, my grandmother will guide me to overcome them. I like lying on her lap and listening to her tell stories about the past. Everyone who leaves knows how important she is to herself and how much she cherishes that lingering memory.
Yes! People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. I can't help sighing that life is short. Only those who have experienced parting can feel the same, so we should cherish the people around us more.
Chapter two: Memories of parting.
The night before the military training, I rolled in bed several times, blaming my bed for being too hard and not sleeping well. When I arrived at the base, I found that my own bed is the best!
When I was in the moral education base, I kept thinking about when I could return to China, but on the day I left, I realized that I had gradually got used to the management here, and how reluctant I was to give up everything here. Our instructor, our good memories here, shall we wave goodbye?
Every morning, I listen to the bugle call and look at my quilt. I feel really sad, I have to fold the quilt again! I really hope a plane can send me back to Humen's arms in one minute!
On the morning of leaving, I packed my bags and prepared to go downstairs, but my feet refused to leave. In retrospect, I think of the quilt folded every morning, the instructor who made us love and hate, the laughter in the dormitory, the lovely classmates in the canteen, and the seriousness of raising the flag, which made me full of love and reluctance to the moral education base. There was a trace of acid in my eyes, but I held back.
When we arrived at the meeting place, the instructor took us to the bus stop. Walking behind him and looking up at his hair, I have a few more white hairs, and my heart is full of remorse and shame. Teachers who have worked hard for us day and night, you must be very sad that we are leaving! Should we be deeply grateful to you or blame ourselves? There are thousands of words in it, and the inner feelings are surging. I'm so sorry for you, thank you very much for the moral education base! Although we often complain about your strict training, you still take good care of us. You have worked hard!
"Unity is strength" is our goal! In the base, we can hear this song echoing all the time. This is our voice.
On the bus, the students sang loudly, "Unity is strength …" When the bus drove to the gate of the base, I saw our instructor waving to us, and my tears fell down at that moment. Although the students are laughing and singing, they are crying in their hearts. How sad! The students not only exercised their perseverance in the base, but also learned to be strong. This passionate song should be accompanied by memories!
I hope that after this practical activity, students can be more diligent than before and get good grades in the next study. 12 class flowers, beautiful!
Chapter Three: Love of Parting
On the day I left school, my heart was crying, because there were too many unforgettable memories and too many regrets. I can't forget those familiar faces, and those sincere reminders still seem to echo in my ears. Until today, I want to leave you, my alma mater, and I find that I have always cherished a love that is hard to give up.
The pace is very slow, tears have quietly flowed down unconsciously, and I look around sadly, as if I had gone back to the past. "You can't neglect your studies. Only by being diligent can you be better than others. If you lose your only diligence, you will accomplish nothing in the future. " It is these short sentences that make me start to look at myself and use them to spur my study and life. So whenever I encounter difficulties, I will grit my teeth and get through it.
"You young eagles should fly freely on the vast Yuan Ye." This is a sentence from the principal at the graduation ceremony. Although we didn't understand it at that time, I knew that this was what the headmaster wanted us to grow up. We had to go through difficulties and setbacks to grow up.
When we left, the teacher had tears in his eyes. The teacher told us in a hoarse voice why he was so strict with us in the first place. You should know that she is a teacher who complains a lot, with choked words and strong feelings.
Too many reluctant friends who used to play together seem to have grown up, but the teacher who never showed her feelings in front of us is now in tears ... These beautiful things are hard to express in words, and these loves can only be hidden in the best place in my heart.
In this situation, Xu Zhimo's poem is just right: I left quietly, just as I came quietly. I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud. ...
Chapter four: Experience the taste of parting.
Parting is mixed with sadness, and this emotion will always stay in my heart and will never be forgotten.
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Some people, some things, are now vaguely remembered and not deeply remembered. However, that person, those beautiful years, will always stay in my heart. Whenever I recall, it is like a fallen leaf, unpretentious.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandfather's house. At that time, my grandfather's yard was my deepest memory. I didn't leave my grandfather until I went to primary school. For a long time, I didn't want to recall that childhood. Later, when I grew up, I couldn't remember many things clearly, only to know that forgetting was actually the best gift for the past. (66 composition network)
At that time, grandpa would put two chairs at the gate of the yard every evening and let me sit next to him and watch the sunset. The fiery red sun is slowly setting in the west. In the afterglow of the sunset, the peach trees on the hillside were set off beautifully, and I watched the sun leap into the mountains. It didn't take long for it to become a dark night sky dotted with several stars. At this time, Grandpa will put his hand on my shoulder and tell me about the Peach Blossom Garden. Grandpa smiled and picked some flower bones from the peach branches by the door and put them in my hand to let me smell the flowers. She replied, "Yes! This is our Peach Blossom Garden ",and then I silently looked at the stars in the sky. I stopped talking, looked at the sky with my grandfather, and fell asleep slowly in this sweet peach blossom fragrance. Grandpa would carry me home. This scene is repeated every day, but I am not bored, as if I can enjoy a new rhyme in the Peach Blossom Garden told by my grandfather every day.
One day later, my parents came and said it was time for me to go to school. They were going to take me to school in the city. At that time, I cried as soon as I heard the news. I don't know how many times I shouted "no" and "no", all in vain. I was still taken to the car. I cried and didn't hear anything. I didn't even hear what grandpa said to me at last. Maybe that day was a day in my life.
After a long walk, I got off the bus, picked up a peach leaf on the road and made a bookmark, which has been preserved until now.
Until now, after many farewells, I realized that farewells are only a mirage. Experience and feelings are enough. Don't be sad because of parting, face everything in life calmly, so that you won't regret for life because of parting.
Chapter 5: The day of parting is near.
Don't say that dreams are far away, in fact, success is on the other side; Don't envy how charming the flower is, in fact, she has faced difficulties and dangers; Don't say that time passes too slowly, and the day of parting is just around the corner. ...
Three years have passed in an instant, and the joys and sorrows of the past have become classics. I still remember the oath we made. No matter how far away we are, we all miss each other in our hearts. ...
It's getting dark, and I'm walking alone on the campus path, remembering the past.
Three years ago, I met naive friends and started a new life! Here, we have cried, laughed, been angry, made mistakes and been infatuated with flowers ... We have been sad, distressed, shed tears, lost and hesitated ... We have been happy, overjoyed and crazy ... All kinds of emotional changes and interlaces have interwoven a happy and colorful junior high school life!
The road of life can't be smooth sailing. Although there are no stormy waves, small waves emerge one after another. Some things can be solved by themselves; Some pains can only be borne by themselves; Some tears can only be dried by themselves ... fortunately, the company of my friends gave me confidence to move forward!
I seem to have the same idea as Xiao M, while Xiao Y is a bit extreme. I once doubted our friendship for this reason, and I don't know whether to continue or continue to doubt. After getting along for a long time, I found that extremes meet, and merging into one is the most perfect ending.
We also left tears at night, dull and silent. But the bitterness of coffee can't hide the sweetness of life, and the phrase "I borrow your shoulder" is always from the bottom of my heart. ...
Time has taken away the season, but it can't take away her beauty. The rhyme of parting is playing, so don't be sad and nervous. What leaves you is distance, not friendship!
The breeze scattered my memories, and I couldn't help laughing in the quiet moonlight.
Let's look up at the sky and make a wish for the meteor. Short separation, let us understand this complex world, remember the unchanging promise, tears will drop into every diary, and cherish this friendship forever!
The day of parting is coming, so bravely accept the baptism of time. Parting makes us all know how to cherish and say goodbye with a tearful smile. ...
Chapter 6: When I face parting.
Some people, some things, those fleeting moments in childhood, those fleeting moments before youth, make us unforgettable.
Sometimes, I will sit on the swing in the afternoon sun and watch the shadows slide slowly on the ground. Time passed like this. Those happy or sad memories have turned into lonely memories and broken silhouettes. They all passed through an hourglass called time, lying quietly waiting below, waiting for the pouring time to bury it and finally disappear into my sight.
I know that at the crossroads of years, there will always be people who have to go ahead. In the last period of that primary school, time is like a train to the future.
It was dusk when the sun set, and the afterglow of the setting sun plated the horizon with a dazzling golden light. A silent homing pigeon flies in the sky, and the western corner of the sky is dyed red with a touch of sunset. There is still the afterheat of the setting sun on the stone road in the sun. The river is sparkling, and the sun is reflected on the water surface, flashing with the water waves. I waved and wept in this scene, saying goodbye to my best classmate. Our hands were tightly held together, and when I took them away, it seemed to take away half my happiness. At this moment, the laughter when winning the game and the crying when losing the exam all turned into a wisp of smoke floating in the air.
The past six years have all come to an end at this moment, drawing a satisfactory full stop. The sun will still rise tomorrow, but tomorrow we have gone our separate ways.
The oblique wind washed away the dust, like a needle, intertwined and pierced the late spring.
In the gap of time, the bright smiling faces of my classmates reappeared in my mind, and I also remembered the difference between that day and the sunset. After that day, I was left alone in the shadow of my classmates who came home in droves.
Too many words have not been told to them, and too many vows have not been fulfilled. But that's all in the past. It's all in the past. I can never go back. Let them be beautiful memories, both sad and beautiful.
It was night, and the cool evening breeze in early summer blew on my cheek. I stood on the bay window and looked at the neon lights in the distance, but I was not intoxicated by the infinite prosperity of this Jiangnan city. The evening breeze blowing out of the window caressed my hot cheeks and dried the little tears I shed. I closed my eyes, and tears fell involuntarily again.
On that day, I finally understood that in our long life, there will always be some people with us, and there will always be some people separated from us, with laughter and tears. This kind of life is the most wonderful life.