God is unfair, and my love for him has become my eternal yearning. Time goes by slowly. In a blink of an eye, I also graduated from senior three. I often think of him, think of his voice laughing at you, and often have his shadow in my mind.
In my dream, I dreamed of him again. He smiled so gently. I always dream that he often smiles at me, touches my forehead and suddenly disappears. I woke up from my dream again, and I knew I dreamed of him again. Maybe, I really miss him too much. Perhaps my eternal love for him has become my eternal miss. Today, many years later, I just want to say to him, "Dear brother, I love you, and my sister will always remember you, but my family's love for you has become to miss you forever, my dearest brother." Wish you all the best in heaven! "
On Friday, I was sick and had a fever. Teacher Chen asked my father to take me to the hospital. After about half an hour, my father came to help me collect things and asked for leave to go to the hospital.
I hung up the hospital water and added it to my home. I fell asleep and was sweating all over. Dad was distressed to see me sick and asked me what I wanted to eat. "Green vegetable porridge." What I said is natural. As soon as I said it, I saw that my father seemed stunned, but he didn't say anything and turned to the kitchen.
Not long after, my father brought a bowl of green vegetable porridge. I couldn't help crying when I looked at the porridge with attractive aroma. Dad thought I was sick and asked what was wrong. In fact, he doesn't know, because whenever I see green vegetable porridge, I think of my mother, my mother who divorced my father for several years.
In my impression, my mother's appearance is not so deep, but I always remember the green vegetable porridge she always made for me when I was sick-in the kitchen, my mother turned on the gas stove and put a little oil and hot oil, then put the green vegetables in the pot and stir-fry them with fire, then put a little monosodium glutamate and a little salt in a while, and then put the washed rice in the pot with water. In a short time, a bowl of vegetable porridge will be fine. I think I am the luckiest person to drink vegetable porridge.
This picture has been fixed in my mind. Whenever I am sick, it is when I miss my mother very much. In fact, I know that it was the time when mom and dad separated. We children sometimes don't understand adult affairs, but can they not deprive me of the opportunity to enjoy maternal love? I haven't seen my mother for years because my father won't let me. Whenever I miss my mother, I always ask my father to make me green porridge. Because I ate green porridge, I seemed to feel my mother by my side.
I miss my mother, so I will drink green vegetable porridge, savor the taste of porridge and miss my mother!
Forever missing is actually a kind of happiness. I often think of someone, especially like to recall. Maybe this is missing someone. She is my mother's grandmother-my old grandmother.
My old grandmother left us for almost a year, but the memory in my mind will never be erased. She is an old man in her eighties. Although she is very old, she is humorous and kind.
As long as I can remember, my mother will take me to my grandmother's house every weekend. Every time grandma takes out a lot of snacks and things she doesn't want to eat, she always squints when she sees me stuttering. Mu often paints with me. She always looks serious and sits next to me with glasses. I draw birds, she draws birds, I draw lambs eating grass, and she draws lambs eating grass. Then compare with me, who draws it, and we will laugh together. At that time, she was like a naughty child.
Mu also taught me a lot about being a man: he often told me to study hard, to honor my parents when I grow up, and to try my best to help those in need. ...
Until one day, I stood in front of the bed in the ward and saw my grandmother lying there quietly, with the big ventilator pressing on her kind face. I couldn't help crying, and I cried in my heart, "Don't go, don't leave us ..."
These seem to be yesterday, because my grandmother left, I cried many times, but those happiness and happiness left in my memory will be my eternal thoughts!
Why do I like you so much, Woody Sakura? Is your magic really so powerful? Since I accidentally saw you on TV, my love and infatuation for you have not diminished at all.
You are a lovely girl. You are so cute. You are simple, kind, beautiful and cheerful. You think of others everywhere, and you don't think of yourself at all Your green pupil shines with happiness, and your bright smile reveals pure hope. What a lovely girl. This animation tells the story of you and Li Xiaolang collecting Kuloka. It is a very long animation, which is played every Sunday. One day, I saw from the computer that the last episode was next Sunday, and my heart was filled with inexplicable sadness. What is wrong with me? I am worried that my Sunday will be lonely and helpless, or that my sincere love for woody cherry will gradually decrease with the passage of time until it disappears without a trace. ...
Ever since I fell in love with woody cherry, I have been looking forward to the ending. I finally saw it, but it made me ardently hope that the ending of praying silently for more than two months was so painful. The two lovers are far apart, and I feel like crying. Now, I am a graduating student, but every night, I lie in bed with the shadow of woody cherry in my mind, which affects my thinking a little. I want to forget you, but I can't. I will never forget the people who touched me.
The animation is over, but the woody cherry in my heart has been smiling at me. The story of Woody Sakura originated from in my heart forever. Even if I can't miss you too much in the future, you will always be my deepest miss!
Forever Missing Composition 5 Some time ago, I learned the article Father and Son in the Earthquake. The main point is: In a big earthquake in Los Angeles, a young father overcame many difficulties and went through hardships to finally save his son. Composed a great song of fatherly love. I feel the same way after reading it.
My father died when I was seven years old, leaving me with endless thoughts. Every day after school, I run on the road and see other children riding their father's motorcycle, talking and laughing. I envy them. Once, the sky was overcast, and raindrops as big as soybeans hit the ground like shells. Everyone else takes a ride to school, so I have to wear high bucket water shoes to school. I accidentally fell on the muddy road, and my whole body was dirty and wet, like a drowned rat. I thought: Dad would be very distressed if he knew.
Every summer, watching children swim around in the river like ducks reminds me of my parents taking me swimming when I was four years old. I trembled as soon as I entered the water, and my teeth rattled. Dad put his arm around my waist and told me to swing my hands and feet. After a while, he put me down and let me swim in the deep water. Unexpectedly, I stepped on a slippery stone and heard a crash. I fell into the water and struggled desperately. My father quickly hugged me, dried my body and went home.
Dad, after you left, I lost my arm as solid as a mountain. I miss you for the rest of my life.
Looking at the photos of grandpa and me, my eyes are moist again.
I lived with my grandfather when I was a child. Sometimes grandpa will give me one yuan to buy delicious food. Bring it back to grandpa. Grandpa smiled and said, you eat. Grandpa has bad teeth. I want to give him some more. Grandpa only eats a little symbolically, leaving the rest to me.
Grandpa will take me with him when he does farm work Watching him busy in the field, I sat in the shade, sometimes picking flowers and knitting things, and sometimes making trouble, such as playing hide and seek. Now that I think about it, I really didn't understand it at that time. Grandpa is so tired that I let him bother to find me. Sometimes I cry and let my tired grandfather carry me home. Alas, now that I think about it, I really regret it.
When I was a child, I had many toys, many of which were made by my grandfather. Grandpa's dexterity can make bows, arrows and slingshots ... Although it is very simple, it was my childhood treasure. Once, when I saw Xiaoming's toy bow and arrow in the village, I went home and cried to show it to my grandfather. Grandpa made one for me at once, and I hit Xiaoming the next day, but I lost my bow and arrow in a few days. Seeing that I cried, grandpa made another one without saying anything, and tied my favorite pink bow on it, which made me very happy.
This is my grandfather. Grandpa has been away from us for more than a year. Although he smiled so kindly in the photo, it has become our eternal memory.
I have lived with my grandparents and my wife since I was a child, and my family get along with each other day and night. But last year, my wife left, which left a permanent memory for all of us. Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave sweeping aroused my infinite reverie.
My wife is a primary school teacher. She cares about every student. Decades later, many students she taught will still go home to visit her and recall the details of her wife's time as a teacher. They are full of laughter and affection for teachers and students. Even his wife was very ill in the hospital until she was dying. A group of students came to see her, tears streaming down their faces, shouting, "Miss Chen, please open your eyes and look at us again."
After retirement, his wife served as the first director of Zhao Hui Xincun Henan Community until she retired again in her later years. She works hard and treats people sincerely. No matter colleagues or residents, adults or children, when talking about my wife, they all say, "Director Chen is really a good man."
My wife lives a simple and frugal life, so she can't eat or wear, but whenever the country or people are in trouble, she gives generously and gives a helping hand. She cares about our growth, teaches us to be human and helps others.
I used to say "goodbye, madam" when I went to school every morning. Every day when I come home from school, my wife always greets me at the door with a smile. I took her hand for a walk and played balloon games with her. This scene seems to be still in sight. But now, everything is in the past, which is really sad. Madam, the memory you left me is deeply imprinted in my heart and in my mind.
Although my wife has left, her amiable appearance will always appear in front of me, and her spirit of treating people will always be an example for me to learn from.
Open the old letters piled in the corner.
But I can't find the lost time.
Those forgotten memories.
And the past we walked hand in hand
Close your eyes, and a little miss gradually emerges.
Wandering in reality or creating an ethereal picture
Reaching out always wants to touch the last tenderness.
Stay too long, only to see your figure dispersed.
Waiting for the belief that still exists today.
Think about the vows I made with you.
With a heavy unknown tomorrow.
Forget the rest of the warm love
Looking back again and again. Goodbye.
The moment the wind blows away and falls. ...
Moment is an eternal illusion.
Call my voice in my ear vaguely
Who is listening to the sigh in the trance?
Flowers swaying and dancing in the moonlight
Name the changes in this year and this month.
Knock down the deep concern in my heart.
You can't catch long hair by twisting your fingertips.
Cover up the injury and wet your cheeks.
The bifurcation of fate is doomed to go forward alone.
Holding back the familiar breath can only be kept as a souvenir.
Cold and barren are the smells of doom.
Standing in this misty rain in late autumn.
In the drizzle, the sky is endless.
Sad and sad, blocking the heart.
The lingering, melancholy tune swept through my mind.
Missing life, recalling the past.
Looking at the drizzle, looking forward to looking back suddenly.
The fog is heavy when it rains heavily.
The misty rain blurred my vision.
The plot of meeting, the final parting
The indelible smile left by the years.
Broken and torn bit by bit.
The moment the wind blows away and falls. ...
I will think of your face, too.
With a heavy unknown tomorrow.
Forget the rest of the warm love
Looking back again and again. Goodbye.
The moment the wind blows away and falls. ...
Instances are our eternal thoughts.