That autumn, when we first met, you introduced yourself on the platform, and the warm and gentle wind caressed our new classroom. Your long hair is thin and soft and shiny by the wind. Your smile is sweet and dignified, and your words are humorous. With the youth of young teachers, you began to accompany us through this flowery day.
We get to know each other day by day. Your literary talent is good, and your Tang poetry and Song poetry are handy. You have the majesty of the old class and will teach us as carefully as your mother; You also have a pink girl's heart, and you will laugh naively with us like a child.
I talked to you more than once, and you gave me everything. You said, let me control my stubborn temper, so as to adapt to society; You said, I have to put myself in other's shoes to get along with my parents. You also said ... you said a lot, not only knowledge, but also life. Not only I, but also you have talked to almost every student and learned about their family situation. You bought these with your youth.
In early summer, when Xia Chan began to sing, we lost the game that we were determined to win and failed to live up to your expectations. I thought I would be scolded by the head teacher like I was in class the day before yesterday. However, you smiled easily and said, "Alas, it's a pity that I didn't have time to take your picture last time. I must take your picture this time! " ..... "The relaxed and humorous words made our noses sour, and we choked back tears when we returned to the dormitory. You seem to know that we will cry. You came to the dormitory behind us and gently comforted us and said, "Sorry is the most beautiful scenery ..."
Time flies, and two years are fleeting. We have a lot of friction with you and ourselves. As far as I remember, you never seem to cry, but this time, you cried in front of the whole class. You made us read the awards on the wall over and over again. From the initial whisper to the later clarity and neatness, our voices are getting louder and louder. You, crying in this voice. Then we all choked up-it was our honor! We all understand your good intentions-don't forget your initiative, so as to achieve your ultimate goal. When we were crying, you said that we only wanted us to be good to you, just like children. ...
At this time, I suddenly found that your hair is no longer smooth and soft, and the winter wind can't make it draw a beautiful arc in the air. At this moment, your red eyes are thick dark circles ... at this moment, I just remembered that our website with you is about to be launched ... You are like a spring breeze with love and light, leading us through the most confused youth, standing at the ferry and watching us drift away. The breeze is still lingering, how can I forget you easily?
"Ten thousand white rabbits, look around, clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old." In this long river of time, the left bank is naive, the right bank is growing, and we are separated by the ferry ... thank you for appearing in our youth; Thank you; Lead us out of the confusion of youth; Thank you for having the best time with us. ...
Some people say that a person's life is like a ship drifting at sea, and it is easy to get lost. It is difficult to get rid of the fog and reach the other side of success. If so, then you are the ferryman of my ship.
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In my memory, your image is the most plump.
I still remember when I babbled, we were sitting in front of our house, and you pointed to the bright full moon in the sky and told me the story of Chang 'e. Although I heard a little, I was very interested and pestered you to continue telling me. You tell me, the fierce and cunning wolf, the simple and lovely little red riding hood, the vicious queen, the beautiful and kind Snow White ... these characters are deeply imprinted in my mind. At that time, I lived in the world of fairy tales, as if everything was beautiful, even the air was sweet and dreamy.
I still remember when I was in kindergarten, fairy tales couldn't satisfy my little thoughts, so you bought some books, such as Cao Chong's Elephant and Cup Bow and Snake Shadow, which I knew by heart. So, you teach me to be a man, you tell me some rules, and if I do well, I will be rewarded with a five-pointed star made of colored paper. I don't know where the five-pointed star was lost, but the seeds of civilization and honesty are quietly buried in my heart. ...
I still remember when I was in primary school, you told me that people should have goals and strive for them. You guided me to set up my favorite university and told me how to work hard. Ignorant childhood is full of glory because of dreams.
You expect me to succeed, but you don't force me to succeed. As far as I can remember, you never scolded me because of your grades, but more concerned and encouraged me. In fact, how afraid I am that I will regress because of this. But looking at my progress bit by bit, I still have some doubts. Do you have magic?
Now, I am in middle school, and the bud of youth has gradually faded my childishness. I put my personality concept first everywhere, and my strange rebellious mentality is always worship. You want me to read more and accumulate more, so as to broaden my horizons. You want me to observe and write more, and one day I will write an article word for word. You accompanied me to the bookstore to carefully select books suitable for teenagers to read, and even bought a "reading notebook" with beautiful sentences ... I stubbornly think you are carrying coals to Newcastle. "I have seen it, don't take reading notes!" I threw down a harsh sentence and slammed the door. I wonder how long it will take. When I came out of the room and saw you studying at your desk, you made numerous comments on the words "police chief" in San Yan Er Pai with various colored pens. Your focused expression and peaceful mind, as if it had never happened just now, I suddenly understood your good intentions. You want to influence me with your persistence in learning. "My life is limited, but I know nothing." The most wonderful thing in life is not the moment to realize your dreams, but the process of persistence. For a time, I was in full swing. Just now, there seemed to be a breeze blowing in my agitated and depressed heart. Yes, whoever is not brilliant in youth will be brilliant if he doesn't work hard! I went back to my room and wandered in the sea of books and flowers ... Now, I learned to restrain myself and understand the importance of reading. I can't be a person who is influenced by emotions.
Time, red maple leaves and green plantains have frosted your black hair. Mother, your lighthouse-like guidance illuminates my way forward, enabling me to break through the clouds and forge ahead in the vast ocean. In my youth, your image is more vivid and full. You are my youth ferryman!
My youth ferryman composition 3 She is the one who cares about me day and night; She is a considerate person everywhere; She is the one whose heart is broken for me. She's-mom.
Every time I think about how much she has done for me, my nose is sore and my eyes are red and swollen.
When I climb from meeting to walking to running, nothing can replace your contribution to me. She is the patron saint of my childhood, always quietly dedicating herself to me in the dark.
When I was older, I went to kindergarten. Every day, she worries about me. She is worried: Is someone bullying me? Do I eat seriously? After school, she is always the first to rush in, hold my hand, look around, see that I have nothing to do, and finally put down the "time bomb" in my heart. I get my clothes dirty every day in winter. She was afraid that the washing machine would not be clean, so she washed it by hand. Even in cold weather, she will wash my dirty clothes. I don't know how many nights she didn't sleep well at night. I was the child who cried and hanged herself. When I am naughty, no one can do anything about me.
What I remember most clearly is that when I was in primary school, I wanted to find a home, made a scene and was beaten by my mother. After she hit me, she hid in the room and cried. Is this the legendary "Seven Wounds Boxing"? Whoever hits someone will get hurt. She cried when she hit me, and he was hurt. I remember a parent-teacher meeting, at which the teacher praised me. After the parent-teacher conference, she kept laughing, on the way home by car, even when she got home. When my mother smiled, I felt her face as dazzling as if she had just painted golden light.
After I went to middle school, I failed in every exam, but my mother always said, "Just try your best. Come on next time. " Once I went home, I didn't know why I was in a bad mood. She asked me to change my shoes first Suddenly, I said to her, "Are you bored?" My mother scraped the apple peeler from her hand. A cut opened from her hand, and a big drop of blood gushed from her hand. I was busy taking out disinfectant and band-aid. My mother hit me in the face with one hand, a slap in the face, crisp and loud. Today, my mother is very angry. The next day, my mother loved me as always. She broke her heart for me. I watched her from my mother. She is old, so she doesn't have to dress up as before. Wear high heels when going out.
Now, I am in the second grade, and I don't want to be like a child and my mother. Now we should do something we can to make mom happy and go shopping with her during the long vacation. As far as I can, I don't have to worry about my mother in my studies. Mom, I'm glad you are happy.
If, when one day you are gone and I know how to be grateful, it will all be over. I still remember that on the way back to my hometown in the New Year, my mother got sand in her eyes. She kept rubbing her eyes, but the sand didn't come out I keep playing it to my mother, but it won't come out. I made my mother cry, tears and sand flowed out together. Sure enough, I really came out when I cried. When I came out, my face was full of smiles. I don't know why, but I am happier than my mother herself. I will never forget this moment. I will help my mother. I feel sweeter than eating honey.
Mom! Your words made me suddenly realize that you are my youth ferryman.
Outside the window, a bright moon is hanging in the sky, shining brightly, and tomorrow will be a sunny day!
My youth ferryman composition 4 I don't forget to dig wells when I drink water, and the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the cool.
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Years pass silently in the hourglass like flowing sand, and my youth will not fade away in the fleeting time. I have endless promises with him, and he filled me with gratitude in my youth journey.
In junior high school, I began to study hard. He replaced all my entertainment life. He changed the color TV and mobile phone into black and white, and the square font told one story after another. He is the ladder of Gorky's human progress and a paper boat that allows me to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
Live with him and never sigh. He was so praised by romain rolland. I have been friends with him for a long time, but I still haven't seen through his mind. His soul sees the truth in the ups and downs of Chinese characters and the boldness in the depression; In black and white, it is the bridge of our communication, our true feelings, the door of our spirit and the bridge connecting the road of growth. Doors and openings are truth. He used his super power to download scientific knowledge and celebrity thoughts for us. Find the key and uncover him who doesn't understand.
The fast-paced life in junior high school squeezed time into the gap. Even if it is a gap, I will plug it in. Without his company, it is like a bird losing its wings and a fish leaving the ocean, so my life in the morning is full of flowers, camel Xiangzi and Jane Eyre. Immersed in happiness every day, it seems that life can't go on normally without him. "Reading is like a book, and writing is like a god." He broadened my knowledge, enriched my knowledge and made me look down on the world.
Thank you, you are the youth ferryman in the river where I grew up, ferrying to the ocean of knowledge and ferrying to my sleepless dream.
My Youth Ferry Composition 5 Our youth is like a ferry, sailing on the boundless sea. Someone always leads us to the other side of success.
The sky is brighter, and a red sun appears in the east and rises slowly. The breeze blew and the clouds were thick. I sat in a chair and let the makeup artist put makeup on my face, holding a piece of manuscript paper in my hand and carrying it in my heart.
The recitation competition is coming, and I'm a little nervous, worried about whether I can play well. The Chinese teacher stood by me and pointed out the skills of reciting. The teacher is kind and gentle, with a little wrinkle and an indelible momentum. Really a person who is "full of poetry".
Before long, I stood behind the stage and listened to the voice in front of the stage. After the teacher's earnest teaching, I have done it perfectly, and I also won a good lottery before the game, so let me learn from the experience of the people who recited in front.
However, listening to the improvement of scores again and again, I still can't control my excitement. I hear my own heartbeat. Blood boiling, hands shaking. The Chinese teacher seemed to see my nervousness, encouraged me and comforted me, and I just relaxed a little.
Soon, it was my turn to go on stage. I hold the microphone tightly, my heart is beating faster and faster, and my hands and feet are shaking.
Standing on the stage, I was too nervous to speak. I saw the Chinese teacher sitting in the first row. She seemed to see my nervousness again, gave me a trusting look and showed a confident and magical smile.
At that glance, she revealed boldness of vision and talent, revealing shocking self-confidence; That glance revealed the teacher's expectation of me. This is the most beautiful eye in the world that I have ever seen.
A smile, a look, all reveal amazing power, which is a kind of power called self-confidence. Through the eyes of the Chinese teacher, pierce the air and insert it directly into my heart.
The teacher gave me confidence and confident eyes. I bowed deeply and began to recite. I didn't stop halfway. It was smoother than any previous rehearsal and I was emotional. After the recitation, the audience applauded. I looked at the Chinese teacher with excitement. She gave me an approving look.
I will never forget who gave me confidence when I was in trouble. She created youth, and she is my youth ferryman.
My youth ferryman composition 6 Youth, like a blooming period, is colorful and dazzling. A synonym for daring to rush and wave. I show my stage, you are not the director. Dreams fly in this period, and eagles are born in this period. Do you need someone to show me the way at this time?
In some dark corner, I, lost? Following the sound coming from outside, I walked slowly, never thinking about it, just wandering in the same place ... and came to the cliff on the side of the road. Suddenly, a street lamp lit up, which made me see the front clearly and returned to the right path step by step. Slowly, slowly. I realized that suddenly looking back, it was you! Accompany me silently ...
Although you are my brother, I feel that people around me have taught me how to overcome difficulties and thorns, and don't take the road of regret again. Give me very useful and encouraging words to help me become a useful person!
Do you remember that you also showed me the essence on my friendship road? When I entered adolescence, with the change of my thought and personality, I always had a big fight with my parents when I disagreed. At that time, I yelled at my mother, "Why don't you consider my feelings? As a good friend of Xiaowen, it's so sad not to be recognized by my mother! " As soon as this word came out, I deeply hurt my mother, and her mother immediately called you far away from home.
As soon as the phone is connected, you say to me earnestly, "Sister, listen to me first. For example, if Xiaohong doesn't agree with my mother in all aspects, but she is your best friend, then my mother will be more or less biased against her, but you are still playing with her! Friendship is heart-to-heart, and you are not playing with her mother. What's the use of your concern? Just be yourself seriously and practically. " Your words gave me a great shock and made me cherish this friendship even more.
You, step by step, saved me from the edge of darkness. Let go of your dreams step by step. Step by step, become a mentor to guide me forward. You are my youth ferryman!
My youth ferryman's composition 7 "The kindness dropped by people should be repaid in spring." Our parents gave it to us. It's not as simple as watertight. Some people say, "Water becomes the sea! Na Pianhai is not smaller than the Pacific Ocean. At that time, parents were like your guardians, gently ferrying and letting the boat slide slowly in the ocean. It's not that you are ignorant, but that your eyes are blurred by the faint fog, and you don't notice it. ...
In the dream, the ferryman is still sitting in that sunny house, letting the sun shine on your cheek and leaning back in the chair to read! That's my mother, the ferryman in my heart.
Mother is in her early forties, and there are some white hairs in her long black hair. Two curved light black eyebrows, those eyes are not as smart as before, and light and shallow radiation lines grow around the corners of the eyes. She broke her heart for me, rejoiced in my success, and shed tears for my crying.
Once after school, I arrived at the school gate on time, waiting for my mother's arrival. Seeing that the students at the school gate were picked up by relatives, I was the only one waiting alone. A twinge of resentment followed. I frowned, looked at the school gate from time to time, stamped my feet and wandered for a long time. "The first day was such a mistake." I have some anger in my heart.
On a dull day, it began to rain gradually. With the breeze, the red sun suddenly avoided and quietly hid in the clouds. The leaves were also bent by the heavy rain, and the huge parasol at the school gate banged.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I decided to put on my hat and leave. Rushing out of the umbrella, the rain on my hat was very heavy, and I couldn't help speeding up my steps ... About 800 meters away from the school gate, a small figure was looming in the rain. Seeing the man speeding up, I slowed down.
When I approached, I finally saw her face clearly. That's her mother. She gave me an umbrella and kept stroking my head with loving hands: "son ... I'm sorry!" I'm late! " I glanced at my mother and said nothing. "I came to pick you up for the first time today and left in a hurry. It's going to rain, I'll come back for my umbrella ... ""Okay, okay! Needless to say! " I interrupted my mother impatiently and saw her mouth open as if she had something to say. My heart tightened. I threw my schoolbag into her hand, grabbed another umbrella and rushed into the rain and fog.
When I got home, I wore a thin dress and lay prone on the window. The wind wrapped in rain from time to time, stroking my cheek, and my heart cooled for a while. I coughed gently, and then a coat was put on my body. "It's cold, put on more clothes and be careful of catching a cold." It's mom. She touched her hand. It looks like a dead branch. I felt anxious and turned and threw myself into my mother's arms.
The wind takes away the trend clouds, and the sun reflects on the ocean. Instead of rocking, the ship glided forward smoothly, faster and more stable than before. The ferry of the soul, in the world of youth, is a bright sunshine and boundless Wang Yang ... At that moment, the light fog in front of me disappeared.
My youth ferryman composition 8 In this ocean of youth, everyone is confused sometimes? Everyone will lose themselves in this' ocean', rolling in the deep, and lose their way. But in this youth, everyone will have their own' ferryman' to help you guide the right direction, so that your youth will not be confused.
In my youth, I have my' ferryman' to help me guide the right direction. This man is mine. Mom and Dad, be my life mentor and help me become a good student and a good boy. Helped me correct my bad habits.
I remember once, on that winter morning, I got up early and packed my bags for school. With a happy mood, singing in a low voice and coming to this school with a loud book sound, people seem to wander in this ocean of knowledge. I walked into the school gate with a little pride. I study in this school. Therefore, my grades in the past few years were not bad, and my parents were very relieved of me, so they didn't pay much attention to me and said anything about me. However, it makes me relaxed and makes me feel that my parents don't love me. They don't take care of their children like other parents, and care about their health and grades every day. My parents are not like the parents of other children. I wonder if they don't love me anymore. The baby is bitter, but the baby doesn't talk. No, I have to find a way to make them pay attention to me and care about me. Haha, I'm too smart.
So, I deliberately finished my homework half an hour later than usual in the evening. I think this should make them pay attention to me and care about me! Oh yeah! I am a genius! But they didn't come to my room to see my homework. Say with a sigh, hey! What should I do? Just then, I remembered a sentence on the computer. If parents want to care about you and pay attention to you, you must have some bad habits so that they will pay attention to you. So the' dark angel' in my heart began to act.
Therefore, I am not as obedient as before these days! I didn't listen carefully in class, my homework was not as good as before, I was not so active in class, and I couldn't recite it. Therefore, I am honored to invite my parents. After my parents came to school, they finally took the initiative to chat with me. Oh yeah! I'm so happy. But I still have a dissatisfaction with being criticized by teachers and parents. So, I've always behaved like this. Later, I got into this bad habit and started playing computer.
Until one day, my parents seemed to realize that I became like this because they gave me too little care, so they gave me care. However, I am still like this. Until one day when I was playing computer, they turned off my computer. Tell me, if I don't work hard now, I can only work as hard as them. My parents are also at fault, but I give you too little care. Just then I woke up and said to my parents, I'm sorry, mom and dad, I was wrong!
This is my youth ferryman!
My youth ferryman composition 9 Life is a long river flowing slowly, but youth is a small boat, which comes slowly, walks slowly, disappears in the long river, but ripples with the waves.
The ancients said: "People are inherently mortal, or heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather". In this way, a person's life is limited, but after his death, his meaning is different: people who have not contributed are regarded as "a feather" and only realize their life; Contributing people are regarded as "Mount Tai", but after death, they gain eternal life and eternal spirit, thus having a kind of "some people are dead and he is still alive; Some people are alive, but he is dead. Life is priceless, but meaningful life is eternal. You see, plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold and welcome the "cold" in the twelfth lunar month; Lotus leaves mud but is not stained; Cicada "lurks" for several years, but it is only a warm sun for more than a year ... all these reflect the value of life.
Youth, like the beauty of early spring, is like a teenager in his prime. It has a touching story. It is full of laughter and tears. It is laughing, crying and making noise, but it has a self-evident charm and a feeling of "landing". It is so close to us and so far away. Leaning against the window, letting the wind blow, letting time pass, the years are quiet, and youth is always there. ...
"May you walk out of the rest of your life and return to youth" has endless melancholy and reverie, but it also has a sigh about the whiteness of youth. When we were young, we were always ignorant. If life is a long river, youth is a fool at the mercy of others. But if people sincerely and intimately understand and work hard for it, then the ship will also become directional. Everyone is not born to know how to cherish the meaning of time and know the ups and downs of youth, so we should work harder and print satisfactory answers on the youth volume. ...
The word "youth" is wonderful, and there are many poems praising others, such as "You are a late spring breeze, a beautiful dream full of flowers", "I came from afar, and you happened to be there" and "If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come" ...
Youth is blooming in my heart.
The boat of youth has come and gone, sailing slowly in the long river of life and ferrying people's lives. ...
My youth ferryman composition 10 Long ago, there were ferrymen crossing the river. Now, there is a profession called ferryman. My mother was a ferryman when I was young.
My mother is unrestrained, but gentle and delicate to me. I can always hear my mother's loud voice when I do my homework upstairs, but whenever I talk to her, my mother is always gentle except when I do something wrong.
She always lets me know how to treat my friends and guests inadvertently. Once, I had a quarrel with my best friend. Because of the blackboard newspaper in the class, I didn't think it was right, but she said it was so good that we wouldn't give up on each other, and then I left with chalk, and she was still doing it. Later, she said that I was a propaganda committee member, so I was self-righteous. After that, I was even more angry.
When I got home, I told my mother about it, and she said I should apologize to her first. I didn't understand, so my mother told me, "Friends should tolerate each other, take a step back and think from each other's point of view, and you will understand." I didn't understand, but I did it anyway. To my surprise, she also apologized to me. Since then, my friends and I will never get into such a dilemma again.
I used to have relatives at home. One of them is a girl my age. I am playing with my beloved doll, but that girl wants to play, too. I don't want to give it to her, it's my favorite toy! The little girl told my mother. I'm not happy that my mother asked me to play for her as soon as she arrived. In the evening, my mother explained to me that being a host should take good care of guests, which is a virtue handed down from generation to generation. I feel ashamed to hear that.
When I was a child, I couldn't wear clothes. My parents helped us dress one by one. We can't eat with chopsticks, and we have to get dirty when eating. It is our parents who patiently teach us. We can't tie our shoelaces, but our parents teach us. Can't find the intersection, parents take us ... when our parents don't button their clothes one day; You can't hold food with chopsticks; Eating will also stain clothes; I got lost walking on the road; What shall we do? I believe the students will know! Don't wait until the child wants to raise it, let alone wait!