1. A wonderful encounter

Meeting you in this life is my eternal glory.

——Inscription

I met you in Class 12.

The air in September is still filled with the breath of midsummer, and we are already sitting in this strange classroom, teaching with strange people.

I met you that day.

Your short black hair wraps up all the strength in your heart. Your short hair is not so delicate, it shows your inner strength. Your bright eyes look so clear. I understand your eyes, they are so deep and quiet. You will always have a reddish cheek, always showing your gentle face. Your cherry-like mouth will always have an innocent reddish color and does not need any graffiti. Actually, I understand.

Thank God for letting me get to know you. In this beautiful season, this wonderful encounter.

It seems that only my lonely footsteps are following me between heaven and earth. On the lonely way home, because of you, I am no longer alone. Whenever I walk on the way home with the faint light, I always like to look at your sideways cheeks under the halo, and the shadows reflected by your long eyelashes. That is when you are deep in thought. This, I understand. I always like to look at your half red and half black face, and I can't help but smile. But you were looking at me with confusion at this time, but I kept laughing heartlessly. In fact, you know this. Remember, we will always share the happiness we have every day with each other, and then laugh unrestrainedly together. When we are sad, we will walk home together under the lights. Along the way, we will forget the sadness and sadness we feel, leaving only happiness. In fact, we all understand.

You are the one who falls, and it is my heart that hurts.

I still remember that physical education class. Remember we are not together, I am on this end and you are on the other end. Occasionally, I turned around and saw a crowd surrounding you. I didn’t know what happened, so I hurriedly ran over. What you waited for was 120 humming "It's over, it's over," and you saw the teacher holding you up and running towards the ambulance. Your hands dropped, my heart dropped. In the noisy playground, only me was left in silence. I regret not hurrying up to hold your cold hand, caressing your cheek, and giving you all my blessings. The next day, you still came to this familiar classroom. Looking at you who looked haggard, you still smiled calmly.

Actually, I understand you. You are a bright little star, sliding across my night sky, leaving me with the most beautiful memories; you are like a meteor shower, bringing me too much joy and companionship.

Meeting you is my greatest happiness in eternity.

In this meteor shower, we met.

Change my heart for yours, and we will know and remember each other deeply.

2. Listen to the voice of youth

Listen against the window and enjoy the low sunset; as time goes by, silently recall the grace of youth?

——Inscription

——On the playground.

It was lively and lively. In this cool and breezy early autumn, we walked into the sports field in high spirits. The tug-of-war game started immediately, and our hearts were lifted. Looking at the strong opponents on the opposite side, sweat started to form on our palms. There was a whistle, accompanied by cheers all around, and the rope was pulled back and forth between us. Finally - we failed, blowing our hands dejectedly and red from the rope.

We ended the tug-of-war competition in last place, but we did not lose heart because the voice of youth echoed in our ears: Don’t give up, failure is the mother of success. So, one by one, athletes rushed across the starting line in the whistling wind?

Listen, the voice of youth is echoing: When we are young, the more we are frustrated, the more courageous we are, and we dare to do and think.

——In the classroom.

The students sat quietly on the table, leaving only the sound of chalk dancing on the blackboard. With the teacher's words, "Go back to the office to get the equipment," the classroom became no longer empty, and a bird-like "chirping" sound echoed in the classroom. "Ahem -" A cough made the classroom return to its original appearance. The teacher stared at us angrily, hesitated to speak, turned around and shook his head?

Unforgettable, unforgettable that sad moment The back, the helpless face. The voice of youth is echoing: When we were young, were we a little rebellious and a little frivolous?

——Next to the canteen.

We were playing and laughing in small groups, telling each other our happiness and sadness. The sausage dripping with oil and the fresh chewing gum accompanied us to spend one good time after another. Putting aside the worries of homework and staying away from the nagging of family members, we use singing to express our inner emotions.

The voice of youth is echoing: When we are young, our fighting spirit is high and our singing is flying?

Listening to the voice of youth, I hear the sound of books and the soaring of songs. We are full of vitality, cheering and striving for strength; we are green grass and full of sunshine. Look, this is us! We are full of vigor, we are leaping like dragons and tigers!

3. Laugh at life

When the ruthless thorns scratch our skin, when the cold vines There are many obstacles that hinder our footsteps. When the majestic mountains kill our fighting spirit, don’t be sad, don’t sigh, don’t complain, but remember—a smile to life!

——Inscription

A In the morning of early spring, I went out to help my mother buy things.

The sun hung high in the sky, but it didn't shed a trace of warmth. The wind blew violently, making a "woo-woo" sound and blowing on hands and faces, like knives.

At the corner of the community, a small vendor caught my attention - she was a middle-aged woman, wearing not thick clothes, her hands were retracted into her sleeves, her face was red from the cold, and her feet kept moving. Stomping around on the ground, when he saw pedestrians passing by, he hurriedly shouted "I'm selling apples". The apple box in front of her was full of baby apples, which seemed to be about to roll out. I walked over involuntarily.

"Auntie, how can I sell these apples?" "They are very cheap, two yuan a pound. Look, they are big and red, buy some!" After saying that, she enthusiastically helped me pick them. From time to time, a few blooming flowers appeared on Zhang's innocent face, and the coldness around me seemed to be dispelled by this smile. At this time, pedestrians on the road seemed to be attracted by her enthusiasm and came to ask about the price. "Two yuan a pound, let's have some!" "Yes, these apples are very good!" I agreed, and raised the tempting apples in my hand. Slowly, this originally quiet little world began to become noisy, "Give me a bag." "That's all, let's weigh it." The smiling aunt was busy, and I left with satisfaction, carrying the apple. crowd.

Walking on the road, I heard two aunts chatting: "The business selling apples just now was really good." She fell down and her legs were disabled. Their only daughter also suffered from eye disease and her eyesight became worse and worse?"

I was shocked. It turned out that the aunt's smile was not only warm, but also full of strength and courage. . I suddenly understood that even if the road is bumpy, the wheels must move forward; even if the rivers are rough, the ships must sail. Since you have to walk through this thorny road of life, why not relax your mind and face it with a smile? Perhaps, a smile will make you see hope in the predicament, see the light in the darkness, and be more confident after the wind stops and the rain calms down. Welcome the brilliant rainbow early.