It was a snowy day, and the whole campus became a world of powder makeup and jade. When I walked out of the classroom, I was all white. It's snowing. When I came to the playground, I was already laughing all over the sky. On the snow, the students' bumpy footprints were left. While I was meditating, a big snowball passed by my ear and I shrank my head back. I'm scared and there's a lot of risk. My good friend came running with a smile, looked at me in such a mess and joked, "Romantic poets are driving poetry crazy again."
"What's more,' smart people don't do shady things', they will only sneak up on people behind their backs. My eyes are bad. I will get into trouble in the future, and you will suffer. " I stared at her with lingering fear, but she still dragged me to the most lively place in the snowball fight. Well, it's hard to refuse your kindness. Sharp-eyed classmates attacked me when they saw that I was unarmed, so I had to run away. Knock, knock, I hit the parallel bars, and the deep red blood flowed from my forehead and dripped on the snow, which looked so dazzling. I sat on the ground, covering my forehead and moaning. Students flocked to me, some helped me, some went to the teacher, some took out their new handkerchiefs to bandage my wounds, and asked me more questions. The teacher arrived, so did the school doctor. I was deeply moved by this loving Mi Ren. Through crystal tears, I found a heart whiter and purer than snow!
The past is hard to trace back. Now, with the care of teachers and classmates, I have spent three spring and autumn seasons happily. Oh, my alma mater, I will definitely remember your deep friendship, and I will definitely follow your teachings and write magnificent life poems. "The evening breeze blows the flute and the sun sets ..." I sobbed and shouted from my heart: Farewell to my alma mater!
Time is like water, which is gone forever. Six years of primary school life ended like this. I still remember my classmates who grew up with me in the sound of books; And those diligent teachers. In this season of parting, we always have a feeling of sadness and nostalgia. At this moment, there must be scenes of the past in front of me, and every time there are always a few crystal tears in my eyes.
I remember the school sports meeting. It was sunny that morning, and the flowers blew gently to us with the wind. The students in the class lined up to the playground of the campus with excitement and tension in order to welcome the annual school sports meeting. We held red flags and shouted slogans. Everyone is very confident. The first race started: the men's 60-meter race. The "athletes" in our class are ready at the starting line. With the referee's shot, go! Everyone ran like hell, and the cheerleaders shouted, "Come on, come on!" " "The results have come out, and our class is the first." Yeah! Victory. "This is the call of the students excited. Next is the women's 60-meter race, and our class won the third place. The most worrying thing is the 800-meter race, where the students ran round and round in a sweat. Although we won the second place in the end, we didn't give up. So the morning passed in a trance. Afternoon is a team competition. The first project is "Long Dragon Crossing the River". We tied the rope on the playground, and with the referee's whistle, our door began to run. "One, two, one, two ..." We made it to the end. The results came out, and our class ranked second. In the tug-of-war, we almost tried our best, but we still couldn't pull out three classes. We were not persuaded, but there was no second time. ...
The story of primary school can't be finished. When we broke up, there were a thousand words in my heart that I couldn't say. Goodbye, classmates. We have studied together for six years and experienced many ups and downs. There is still a long way to go, but no matter how far you go, we will always be friends. Goodbye, teacher, one day as a teacher, one life as a father. In our eyes, you seem to be our relative. Plant trees for ten years and educate people for a hundred years. Will be unforgettable for life. Goodbye to my alma mater. We grew up in your arms. How happy we are! ...
I suddenly heard that Mr. Dachuan is leaving his post and going back to your own country. I feel lost and sad. There are many reasons. First of all, I can come to Matsui because of your approval. During the exam that day, you asked me a lot of professional words with the mechanical products I tried, which I still remember; I remember you finally said, "Thank you for coming after such a big typhoon and rainstorm today." I still feel warm and kind when I think about it now. In fact, I should say thank you, because your recognition has enabled me to enter Matsui Company with profound cultural connotation and get to know so many outstanding employees with their own strengths. What has been buried in my heart is to say thank you in person. However, because I am thin-skinned, I am embarrassed. It was not until today that I learned that you were leaving, so I had to say thank you in a hurry.
The deep feeling of parting, where did this feeling come from? I was speechless for a moment and didn't know where to start.
Like a bottle full of beans, it suddenly pours out and can only be stuck in the bottle. The words "wisdom, humility and charm" jumped into my mind; Yes, that's it. I'm on the lower floor and you're in charge of the upper floor, but it doesn't interfere with our communication at all. To be exact, you are using your charm to communicate with us and guide us. You can get to the heart at a glance, and I can see it from your first day of interview. The only class I attended was when you saw an employee holding a heating pipe and a coil at the same time. You specially organized a full-time study for this purpose. From industry to industry, to products, to use, function and structure, macro and micro explanations are familiar. You want us to see a little, know a little and understand a little from the short study. At that time, I listened to your explanation and went downstairs to say that if you were a teacher, you would be full of peaches and plums. After you leave, the conference room will leave the fragrance of your wisdom.
The deep feeling of parting, where did this feeling come from? I was speechless and didn't know where to start.
But I can always think of your majestic and friendly figure. When you first came to the company, you saw the respect of the old employees. I thought it was because you made them afraid of you. This is normal and common in other companies. But now that I think about it, I personally realize that they admire and love you as sincerely as I do now. I remember that in the past twelfth lunar month, another employee of the company and I modified the shelves behind the sheet metal workshop. It's very cold outside, but we are concentrating on cutting and welding there, doing it as if someone is behind us. When I turned around, I saw you standing behind us, standing quietly in the cold wind, perhaps for a long time. When I looked back at you, the first thing you gave us was a smile of approval. Up to now, as long as I think about it, I still feel that your friendly and sincere smile is as warm as the mild sunshine in spring. Every time I come to the workshop, I always walk lightly and don't want to disturb everyone who is busy. When you see a problem, you simply point out the correction. Lao Zi, an ancient sage in China, said that cloud management was "unattainable", which I think may be what he meant.
The deep feeling of parting, where does this love come from? At this point, I am no longer speechless.
Because I don't say it, trees, grass and land all want to say it. Remember, you? One morning last autumn, you had just finished your exercises, and when you were checking your work, you accidentally found iron filings on the lawn, so you urgently asked all the staff in our sheet metal workshop. Later, I learned that it was a foreign waste collector, but you still said earnestly, "We should protect every tree and grass and leave no land for future generations." When you said this, thick black smoke was rolling in the sky around the factories and our state-owned enterprises. At that time (please forgive me), I thought you were making a mountain out of a molehill, a few grasses, a palm-sized field and a little crumbs, not to mention future generations. You can control the grass and the palm-sized land, but you can't control the thick black smoke rolling over our heads. Now that I think about it, I was really fascinated by the black smoke, and I was as stupid as the owner of the smoke. Now that spring has come, you have to go. In order to see you off, the grass is trying to grow new buds bravely. If you don't believe me, go and see the lawn where you meet. They are trying to expect you to be with general Xin Lu and General Dachuan. Love can cross time and space, across the ocean, across national boundaries, Mr. Fujino's. Love crosses national boundaries, which Lu Xun remembered, and so did our descendants; Your love has crossed the ocean, and we will remember it, as will the land and grassland you care for.
The deep feeling of parting, where does this love come from? It comes from the chest of each of our employees and from the eyes of all of us. I know I'm thin-skinned, stuttering and unable to speak to my face. Mm-hmm. I don't know what to say for a long time, but I can only express it with the help of a pen. However, there are only two drops of ink in my stomach, but even if it is two drops, I will express my deep affection for you when I leave.
Farewell to your family, Mr. Okawa. When you return to your motherland and the cherry blossoms are romantic, don't forget that all the staff of Matsui, Zhangjiagang Great Wall, are stationed there and their farewell affection for you!
Finally, I wish our Matsui as bright and beautiful as this cherry blossom. May our country be equally splendid and beautiful. Like our employees, we will say goodbye to each other.
After we got married, my parents and I lived in two cities.
During the long trip home to visit my parents during the holiday, what impressed me most were a few seemingly insignificant things.
When you meet your parents, you will inevitably talk about work and study, healthy life, family chores and so on. I am introverted and not good at talking. My parents asked me questions and I answered them, just like being interviewed by a reporter. The theme is not only warm and cold, but also urging. Parents are always happier than us, and seeing children is like the joy of Chinese New Year. That kind of extraordinary enthusiasm and thoughtfulness always makes me have a vague sense of dislocation, as if to send myself home for my parents to visit and visit.
At lunch, parents always bring all the delicious food prepared in advance to entertain their children. During the dinner, my mother didn't talk much. She was busy greeting us to eat and drink quickly, but she was careful not to disturb the children by talking too much. She will always love her children. Of course, we often fill a glass of champagne or wine for our mother who can't drink, and silently hide our gratitude, love and blessing to her mother in the wine. We like to see mom blushing and slightly drunk after drinking; The mother at this time is a good mother who enjoys happiness, is not painful and is not tired. When I am full, I ask my parents to eat slowly. Just as I was about to clear away the dishes and chopsticks, my mother immediately handed me a piece of spaghetti: Eat! Eat more, you are full! Stubborn but have to eat more; Then she quickly sent a large piece of fish and arbitrarily put it in my bowl; Either holding half a bowl of porridge and stubbornly forcing me to finish it ... I was caught off guard and refused. At this point, the agile mother has lost her old age of sixty or seventy.
My mother survived from those years of hard starvation, and she felt lucky and satisfied without being starved to death. So in her mind, hunger and satiety have special significance and heavy weight. My mother's "forced rice" made me feel more deeply and clearly: I am still my mother's child in my thirties and forties! In the process of "adding meals", I was not bored at all, but further realized the length and depth of maternal love.
Second, we broke up soon after dinner.
This is a moment when I can't be happy, but I need to say goodbye to my parents happily. Thinking of my parents' hardships in the past, I am more concerned about their future days. ...
Go out with gifts bought by parents. Mom still feels unsatisfied. According to the different seasons, every time I buy some snacks, drinks and ice cream for my little grandson at a street stall, I give them to my children, and when I watch him eat them sweetly, my mother's face will show a satisfied and relaxed smile, as if she had given up a worry and completed a task. At first, I didn't care or value this little thing, and I thought it was natural. But every time I say goodbye, it is repeated, and then I suddenly wake up and gradually carve an indelible mark on my heart.
It is not enough for a mother to raise four children, but also to extend maternal love to her children. I just want to know if my son can taste the real taste.
It's no use persuading my mother not to buy it or buying it first. Then I had to let my mother. Especially sometimes, in order to buy the right snacks, my mother insists on stumbling through the busy downtown streets, so we have to help her stop and go to avoid the endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles. For the sake of safety, I advised and even blamed my mother, but she never listened.
In the world, what power can stop maternal love? !
That is not the end of it. Every time I advised my father, my mother always insisted on staying and continued to reluctantly send him away. After walking through several buildings and turning out several alleys, she repeatedly asked her to stay, but she was too busy. It was not until my mother stood at the end of the wide and straight north-south street countless times that she was willing to give up, both in winter and summer. Sometimes I have to help my mother cross the busy street-see us off!
I remember that time, I went home to visit myself. Mother sent it again and again as usual. "Mom, come back quickly." "I'll give you another ride ... I'll watch you go!" My mother's words shocked me. Suddenly realized that this is a true portrayal and high generalization of her decades of maternal love! Growing up, my mother always "watched me go". Mother's words are too strong and too heavy. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I looked at my mother majestically: a wrinkled face with silver hair, weak and wobbly. I seem to suddenly realize at this moment: my mother is old, and my mother is old for us! She traded her aging and weakness for the growth and youth of her children. ...
My mother's words and deeds often make me reflect heavily and deeply feel that my love for my mother is faint and I will never live up to my maternal love.
Finally, my mother stood at the end of the long street. Then she stopped going forward and "sent" me with her old eyes.
Mother can't walk, but standing here, she can continue to see me off and watch me go further and further. I walked forward with a heavy heart, knowing that my mother must be "watching me go" with affectionate and hazy eyes! I turn my head and wave my hand from time to time to let my mother go back. But until far away, through the intermittent gap between pedestrians, the motionless mother, the weather-beaten thin figure, is still faintly visible. Sometimes, my mother's arm is still shaking slowly and helplessly; Sometimes she still seems to stand on tiptoe, leaning sideways or leaning forward and staring hard ... The passionate wind vaguely seems to be gently blowing her clothes and white hair, as if silently stroking and soothing her lost and desolate heart. I don't know how far my mother will send me. Can I see my son clearly at this time? I guess if you can't see me, you may continue to "send" me with your heart. ...
In my eyes, the image that appears repeatedly in the street wind in spring, summer, autumn and winter is like a grand monument, exquisite and majestic, ordinary and more sacred!
Third, a heavy blow suddenly came!
I visited my mother for the last time on New Year's Day in 20xx, when she was 84 years old. She is in good health. She can eat and sleep, talking and laughing. Unexpectedly, two days later, my mother had a heart attack and died suddenly! It's a pity that I didn't talk to her much this time, and I didn't see my mother on the balcony. I fell into deep remorse and regret.
In recent years, my mother is too old to go downstairs; You can't see me off in the street anymore! Therefore, before breaking up, I was always at the door, and I couldn't bear to part with it; Finally, after parting, I quietly "watched" on the north balcony on the seventh floor of my home. For some time in the past-I don't know how long-I didn't know her "escort" way. Until then, it was probably my son who turned around unexpectedly and found it. From then on, I often waved silently and looked at my mother on the balcony on the seventh floor. Because of her height, she looked vague and short. Every time I go out, my mother will "watch us go" on the north balcony for a long time! We turned and shook hands again and again, but she refused to leave. She just stood behind the balcony glass, sick, weak and lonely, or opened the window and shook her hand feebly.
I remember the penultimate visit to my mother, about a month before New Year's Day. That time, I was surprised to find that it was so sour and shocking. After saying goodbye to my mother, I took a few steps at the corner of the alley and suddenly thought for no reason: Did my mother leave the balcony? Look, then stop and come back. Really, I was shocked-my mother was there, just "intact", standing hopelessly and disappearing towards me! I quickly waved my mother back to her room. When I came back, she waved in a hurry. Although I can't see her expression clearly, she looks very happy and must have a happy smile on her face.
I still can't stand my mother. She will leave soon. After a long walk, I wondered: Did Mom leave the balcony? I accidentally came back and saw it. Oh, my god Mom hasn't left yet, still so weak and helpless, staring blankly at the empty glass window! This time, I waved and left, thinking that I really have to go this time! But it didn't go far. My weird intuition told me that my mother might still be there. I came back for the third time. God, she's really behind the glass. When she saw me coming back, she immediately opened the window and began to wave. The 84-year-old mother is passionate! I stubbornly shook my arm until she left the balcony.
At this moment, my heart is full of mixed feelings and ups and downs; Think about my mother's ups and downs for decades, and it's not satisfactory. I'm already in tears ...
Walking silently on the way home, the steps are heavy and heavy. On the balcony, my mother's old, lonely and vicissitudes figure has been shaking in front of me. I regret it and feel ashamed of my naivety. I haven't been home much recently, and I haven't talked to my mother much since I came back today. It's hard for her old man to give up like this. Don't be sad!
Now I understand that my mother's heart may be saying goodbye to me for the last time.
Every time before, my mother was so long, lonely, hopeless and bitter, standing behind the glass looking forward to it? I don't know. I am a careless child, I don't understand my mother! My heart was broken when my mother left.
Later, I learned that before this, my mother had told my brother: Come to see me often and I will stay for a few days. Poor mother, she never said that to me! She probably thinks I'm not doing well and doesn't distract me. But how much she wants to see her children, she is willing to say this to her brother. Oh, mom, mom.
Fourth, mom gave us a lifetime! We didn't have time to "send" mom.
Originally, my mother was fine, like a good person, and suddenly she left.
When we braved the overwhelming snowstorm and the thick snow on the road and trudged to take a taxi to the hospital in the middle of the night, our cruel mother had left without saying goodbye. This sudden change made it impossible for the whole family to take one last look at their mother and have no chance to say a word to her. This has become the biggest regret in my life, and my heart will always hurt because of the irreparable loss of eternal life! It's heartbreaking that my mother can't bear to part with me once in a short time. How can my mother be satisfied with where are you going now? How can I put it down?
Does the mother have anything to say to her children? Does mother have any unfinished wishes? If so, give me a dream, my good mother. I want to see you in my dream, stay with you and have a good talk with you. The family, who loved each other for decades, suddenly left without even saying hello. Mom, you really tore up my heart and pulled out my intestines!
In the next few days, the four brothers and sisters took turns to accompany their father. On the first day, I was about to go downstairs to find my parents when I suddenly woke up like a dream: there is no mother at home! We are motherless children! Home has changed. My heart is shaking! I stood and thought for a long time, as if I had been hollowed out. Think about it carefully, I know my mother has gone, but I still live in my mother's shadow, and I feel as if I am still by my side, not far away.
For a long time, I have never been used to and can't accept the tragic fact that my mother really went! Every time I say goodbye to my father, I still look back and look up at the empty balcony on the seventh floor for a long time. There is no mother to send me anymore! I couldn't help but burst into tears.
For more than six years, almost every day, I will think of my mother and miss her ... Now, my thoughts have condensed into scabs.
I finally understand that my child will never leave my mother's sight and love-she will always support me behind me, no matter how long we are apart, no matter how far apart! She accompanied me from small to large, out of the four seasons, through life, until forever ... dear mother, what does my son use to repay your infinite affection? Perhaps, maternal love is the only thing in this world that can never be returned.
Mom, I will always remember your little and endless maternal love. It's a pity that my children can't catch up with you all their lives. They can't see you off in person or watch you go, so they have to "send you off" with their heart! Mom-slow down and be careful. Have a nice trip. ...
Five people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full and sunny. In this sunny June, let's bathe in the breeze and face the rising sun. I am about to leave my alma mater, and my feelings are like a surging river, endless, and like a spring-like silk thread, inseparable.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and we are still immersed in the happiness of primary school life, but we are about to enter the hall of junior high school. Although there are all kinds of sadness and worries in our hearts, we can't pour them out one by one. We can only keep our feelings and friendship in our hearts and savor them ourselves. I can't forget the teacher's inculcation and persuasion. We often say, "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." The teacher is like a diligent gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland and making us grow from tender teeth to delicate flowers. We thrive under the hard cultivation and care of our teachers, and play melodious serenades against the morning breeze and cicadas blowing in the distance.
Every time I see the banyan tree in front of the school gate, I will think of the first day when I came to school. At that time, I was a timid and shy child, and I didn't know so much about the world. When my mother wanted to let me go, I felt embarrassed and held my mother's hand tightly. I didn't dare to let go until I saw the kind smile of the class teacher. Time flies, we in daily growing are enriched day by day, from that ignorant child to a knowledgeable and eloquent adult; From that quaint child to a mature and steady primary school student. Six-year-old pupils are like music, ups and downs like a book, and the content is vivid and interesting; Such as an article, full of joys and sorrows of life, ups and downs, memorable. ...
In six years, the primary school career is coming to an end. Let's snuggle up in the arms of our alma mater and say goodbye to her with tears: "goodbye, alma mater, goodbye, Yunshan!" "
I have spent six years in my alma mater in a blink of an eye. Here I have to cope with the written test of junior high school, where I have to endure to say goodbye to my classmates. Honestly, I really don't want to.
Looking back, it's like a candy box filled with all kinds of sweets. Some are sweet, some are bitter, and some are sour ... I remember that in the third grade, on Children's Day, the school held a get-together party. Our class performs a recitation program, which is a poem we have learned, called "Thinking of a Quiet Night". It is our class's turn to perform. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweating. I'm so nervous. My deskmate Qing Zi comforted me: "Don't be nervous, Xiao Fang, if we are all nervous, then we won't do well in this program, so we should relax and win glory for our class!" Hearing this sentence, my heart immediately relaxed. There was a burst of applause. Then, we began to recite emotionally: "The bright ray of light at the foot of my bed …" Finally, through our own efforts, we won the third prize.
Thinking of leaving soon, I want to say to my dear classmates: Hello, classmates, it must be sunny. May our friendship last forever!