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It's very kind of you. You are very kind to me. Your kindness touched me the most-when I was six years old, I was moved by a beautiful dress that I wore warmly. At that time, my mother often said, "study hard and listen to the teacher, and my mother will buy you new clothes." What a temptation it was for me at that time. " Finally, one day, I skipped to my mother with the little red flowers brought back from kindergarten to ask for a reward. My mother happily took out the clothes she had bought for me and put them on me. Looking at all kinds of patterns on her body, I said to her, "Mom, I am really touched." My mother looked at me innocently and said with a smile, "I'm touched, too." From then on, I studied hard, for beautiful clothes and for my mother's touch. In primary school, I signed up for a music class. Music class is far from home, and it takes more than 40 minutes to go back and forth by bike. My mother always picks it up by bike. Once, my mother has to go back and forth four times. It was a rainy day, the wind was blowing outside, and the rain kept falling like a broken bead. Because there is no suitable raincoat at home, my mother and I have to take an umbrella together. At first I held an umbrella, but the wind was too strong and my strength was too weak. The umbrella swayed in the wind and could not hold. Realizing my embarrassment, my mother said, "Girl, you sit still and I'll hold the umbrella." . Mother is holding an umbrella, holding the umbrella in one hand and the car in the other. The wind is getting stronger and the rain is getting heavier. My mother's scooter bent forward into an arch, but the umbrella tilted backwards to block my head ... The wind is still blowing, but I don't feel cold at all. When I got home, my mother was soaked to the skin ... At this time, my eyes were wet and a warm current poured out of my heart. I said to myself, "Mom, I'm so touched"! These dribs and drabs are not wonderful enough, but they are enough to warm my heart. Love will only be moved when it is deep. Whether it is moved with or without tears, moved or moved, it is an understanding, an understanding of human life. Little by little, I was moved without shock, but I accompanied me through fifteen seasons. Every bit of touch is related to one person, and this touch comes from one person, that is you-my mother. Mom, your meticulous love for me is just this little touch. Your love is so warm that I am moved. '

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There is a touch called memory.

Inscription composition | 20 14-04- 15 08:20

There is a feeling called recalling the sunset at dusk, leaving me alone, remembering in loneliness and leaving some fragments as memories. The clock stopped your departure, leaving me alone to remember you, and I was moved by those small fragments. -inscription as the sun sets, big hands holding small hands, father and daughter walking quietly by the bridge. The small bridge was dyed golden yellow by the sunset, bright and warm. Next to the river, sparkling, sometimes calm, sometimes slightly wavy. Father and daughter sat quietly in the pavilion, and the breeze blew slowly. The girl nestled in her father's arms. Look, she is asleep and still smiling. In this way, for a long time. The girl had a dream, which was very sweet. In the girl's dream, her father's hearty laughter, simple and honest attitude and meticulous care made her feel that there was only her father in the world, because her father gave her a lot and she was not afraid of anything. I woke up from my dream as if it had been a lifetime ago. Everything in front of the girl has changed. Become so strange, so indifferent. I took my father away that night and took him to a far, far place. What moved me was no longer my father, but the cold photo. She will always remember his smile in the photo. When I was young, the girl pestered her father all day, looked at him with crystal bright eyes, and spoiled her father to tell her stories. In her father's words, the girl seemed to see the endless green grass, this cluster, that cluster of flowers, butterflies flying all over the sky, and no one could learn that kind of dance, just like a fairy. Far away, I saw small animals waving to themselves: "Come on, beans, let's play with you!" " "The charm of the father's story goes far beyond this, many, many, countless. In an instant, the girl grew up and became a slim girl. But the photo is still the same, and the father's smile in the photo has not changed. This girl, who is already a junior high school student, studies hard. She always remembers her father's words: "Only by studying hard and accumulating knowledge can people make a difference when they grow up. Girls should pay attention to themselves first. "Yes, she will always remember it. Because she trusted her father. It has been more than ten years, and the girl has smiled at that photo countless times. Every time I see it, the girl will think of her father, the warmth of her father, and the story her father told when she was a child. For more than ten years, the girl remembered her father, remembering his father's dribs and drabs Every memory deeply touched the girl, but the girl didn't know what that feeling was. That touched the girl's thoughts, memories and love for her father. Every time I think about it, I am always moved. The transparency of the first drop of water remained in the deepest part of the girl's heart, and the freshness of the first breeze became the girl's deepest memory. All the moonlight at night is like the figure of a father accompanying a girl. Father's love has always touched the girl. Dusk took away the sunset, leaving only the girl, but her memories of her father were warm, and the girl was moved by those small fragments. '

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There is a saying that often hangs on my lips.

Inscription composition | 20 14-04- 15 08:20

This sentence lit me up when I was lost in the dark.

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Once upon a time, I was just a babbling child; Once upon a time, I only followed the trend; But now, there is a saying that often hangs on my lips-the sound of recovery.

The sound of recovery was originally a famous English song, but after reading it, it was very touching, and I gradually hung this sentence on my lips. At first, it was for fun, and then it gradually realized its true meaning. Chasing the echo, I would like to go with the wind, the echo of my truth, although it is drifting away.

Recover the sound, the true meaning of things, and everything in the world has its reason for existence. Many times, we will be blinded by illusion. Facing that thick veil, we will be indifferent and let the truth slip through our fingers. At this time, chasing the echo, I want to clear the fog that binds the truth, and I want to suck the dew exposed in front of me. Chase the echo, let me know what I really need, chase the echo, chase the truth.

Pursuing echoes and collecting memories, good memories always make me feel happy and satisfied. Gently pick up a little touch, gently pick up warm fruits, and chase the happiness hidden in the details. Chasing echoes, chasing my happy memories.

Pursuing echo, the wisdom of ancestors, chasing from the turntable of time, chasing from the origin to the origin, Archimedes' persistence in science, Lev's extraordinary talent, Li Yian's faint sadness, Li Houzhu's literary attainments, Cao Mengde's lofty aspirations and Wei Yang's resourcefulness. . . . . . Draw the essence in the pursuit, and fly your dreams in the pursuit. Chasing the echo, chasing the wisdom of history.

I learned a lot by tracking the echo. Chasing the echo, I widened and became mature. Chasing echoes keeps me away from confusion. Therefore, there is a saying that often hangs on my lips, and that is-the sound of recovery.

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Like the wind, like tears, who knows how to fold flowers?

Inscription composition | 20 14-04- 15 08:20

Zhu Ziqing's prose wandered in the street, but I brought it home. Pearl-like flowers are scattered in the shabby books, which are deeply buried in the heart by thick soil. Excitement always belongs to them, but I don't.

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there is something wrong

This topic is the crystallization of missing, clever and illusory wings, flowing clear spring, the feeling of heartbeat, hazy moon, hazy birds, red curtain of begonia, a flowering tree, and the soul of Xi Murong, who has been wandering in my heart and watching it being blown away by the wind.

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The moon has disappeared, and I still have stars. The stars have disappeared, and I still have dark clouds. When the dark clouds disappear, I still have the sky. When the sky disappears, I still have you! And you abandoned me, leaving me alone, waiting and dreaming.

ache

With the terrible pain and warm feeling in the mouth that has lost memory, it disappears silently. A broken heart works hard and forgets all the unpleasant pains. Can you forget everything when you sleep? What if I wake up? Smiling face, in a blink of an eye, blurred into a flat white paper, emitting a faint fragrance, caught in the gap, ugly mask, heavy fall, broken into pieces.

hope

The moonlight shines on one side and I am on the other. You don't need romantic flowers, but Miss Feng said no. The cold wind is afraid of cutting your face The petals in your hand are floating in the wind, and the dream is far away. They are indifferent, but no one looks at them. The chests of cherry blossoms are blooming, splashing strange light. It is dull, and I shed my old clothes because I hope I will shine.

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Have you all the way.

Inscription composition | 20 14-04- 15 08:20

When the sun sets, you are gloomy in countless old times. You are lonely with a smile, and there are brilliant fireworks on the other side. You suddenly looked back at the dark place and took my sleeve, fragrance all the way. -inscription

Before it happened, I condensed a hundred words. The deep red time chain crossed the rolling yellow sand and cut off the longitude and latitude of time, so I tied a fine knot of Qian Qian in my mind.

I still remember that it was a girl, curled up at the end of the blank, so you came, bringing the wind that has never been known since ancient times. Page after page, filled with the glory of one dynasty after another, the ink is like yesterday, and the blood and tears are bright. You are holding my sleeve, walking in the blank ink mountains and rivers, watching the bright moon hanging high in the Song Dynasty, and enjoying the flowers blooming in the Tang Dynasty. "Song Yina."

I still remember the lovesickness moon on the hag pool and the magic clock on the tower. You took me from Paris to Tokyo, and then from Denmark to England. In the sound of gunfire and joy in the new year, you and I burst into tears, just because that woman was finally sad and helpless; When I was excited after the banquet, you and I were proud of the lost fake necklace; You spent another page, where did you hide the menu that made your index finger move? You led me barefoot into the garden, with the wind lanterns hanging high. Is this Li Daiweng's garden? So you smiled and led me through page after page, endless time and space, carefree shuttle.

I remember that girl wandering in the ignorant starry sky, so you came again, holding my sleeve and rippling in the singing star continent. I brushed the breeze, so "the gentlest bow", you spent a lot of time. You and I were in the dusty "Looking Back at the Fourteenth Bridge in Jiangnan", crouching on the gurgling river before dawn, listening to the "half-cock crow". At Zhangtai Road Station, you and I stood on tiptoe waiting for "Is the past green today?" "So you smiled, the fog dispersed, and you took my sleeve and wandered in the moonlight. I am fearless.

As time goes by, you smile from page to page and become dim. In the vast darkness, the fragrance of tea and ink will never die out. You accompanied me all the way, carefully cutting the corner of time. You took my sleeve and led me to pursue light and wisdom in loneliness and confusion, so you smiled and hid in the trickle from page to page.

Well, let me rock you back.

Have you all the way.

Sun, a senior one student in Tianjin No.14 Middle School.

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Bring your thoughts back to class.

Inscription composition | 2014-04-1508: 21

I want to make an agreement for myself to bring my thoughts back to class. Let winter not be cold, let the fallen leaves remain beautiful, and let youth hold dreams forever. ......

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"Make-up exam? Did you do well in the exam? " Dad asked me as soon as I got home today.

"I took the exam, but let's work hard together." I am really disappointed.

Dad, look at me. I didn't say anything (I hate this, it should be what I say)

I will graduate from junior high school in two months. It has been two and a half years since junior high school, but it will still be a year. Recall that I have been playing truant or transferring from junior high school in 2009 to now. I'm so feminine, there are too many questions! I was sad for three or four days after fighting with my classmates. After being criticized by my teacher, I didn't want to go to school and denied myself. ......

10 years, schools (private) abandoned. I transferred to County No.2 Middle School, and I was very excited on the opening day. I was very angry that night because the teacher kicked my dormitory door and disturbed me. The next day, because English is not as good as others (in fact, I was scared), I was criticized by my teacher and hated this school. Don't go home on holiday. My parents are almost tired of hearing me say "I'm not going to school", but I can't help it. Let's transfer schools. Come to the current school exam, and the school will call me the night after the exam and say that I can come tomorrow. As a result, I got the math 120 exam 100, and I got the English 80 exam 60. I'm a little interested in going to school. On the day I came to school, the class teacher said I could go to grade two, but I insisted on grade one. Fortunately, I didn't.

Later, I did well in every exam (in fact, my final exam in 2009 was in the top of 10, so it would be better if I retired). The more I learn, the more energetic I am and the harder I work. So much so that I lost 20 pounds of meat in a year. Of course, I got good grades. Mathematics gets full marks almost every time, and so does history and politics. My English teacher is one of the top ten teachers in the city, and my grade has never been lower than 100. I mainly spend time on Chinese. I listened carefully to every ancient prose in every class, and the results didn't disappoint me. The highest score 1 18 (I remember that time very clearly, I wrote a note.

) I was overjoyed when the headmaster said that it was no problem to focus on the province in high school.

The old class is very accurate in judging people. He said to me, "Hold on."

Last winter, the school hired an old headmaster from Hengshui, which really killed us. We get up at 5: 30 in the morning, 10: 00 for evening self-study. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I transferred to another school noisily until last week. Although the principal has changed back, I am still jealous of studying.

I have never overcome this difficulty and have been avoiding it; This time, I forgot, because I forced myself not to think about it; Last time, I lied to myself because I knew myself one-sidedly.

Forget it, success is the goal, and no one will see you improve yourself. Keep trying, okay?

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Happiness in pain

Inscription composition | 2014-04-1508: 21

Maybe the happiness in pain is the real happiness. -inscription

In this world, there must be pain. With pain, our life is valuable; With pain, I found my life full of happiness; With pain, I know that pain is also a kind of happiness. What should we do in the face of the pain in life?

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? How can Gou Jian, the King of Yue, become the overlord of a generation without experiencing the pain of lying on the table and tasting courage? Sima Qian didn't experience the pain of forbearance in prison, how could he make a masterpiece of "A historian sings a swan song, leaving Sao without rhyme"? After suffering and tempering the will, the pain is not so terrible. Li Shizhen tasted all kinds of herbs for twenty-seven years and wrote the medical work "Outline of Herbs"; After thousands of experiments, Edison was not afraid of failure and finally succeeded in inventing the electric light. There are many such examples. Can you say which of them didn't succeed through pain?

Therefore, when the sky falls, people must first suffer their minds, work their bones and muscles, and starve their bodies and skins. In the eyes of the ancients, this view that great things must go through hardships has been very clear. Zhu Yuanzhang was born humble, but he became a generation of emperors. Didn't he succeed after suffering? Bruce Lee, one of the four little dragons in China, has finally made his life through the storm day after day, year after year. This is because only with pain can people achieve ultimate success through unremitting efforts.

Pain is not terrible, but ourselves. If we persevere and have the courage to overcome difficulties, then happiness will bloom brilliantly.

Pain, only after experiencing pain can we understand the meaning of life;

Pain, only after experiencing pain can we find the happiness of success;

Pain, only by experiencing pain can we inspire people's fighting spirit;

Although we are miserable, we are happy!

After suffering, you will start a unique journey of life!

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Because of expectations.

Inscription composition | 2014-04-1508: 21

The driving force for progress is called "expectation". -inscription

ugly duckling

He, perhaps at the moment when the eggshell cracked, meant an unusual life. He, perhaps in the corner that has been ridiculed by others, is looking forward to becoming a white swan one day. That's the corner, the puddle, the ice. He is growing up slowly. Grow up. It looks forward to it. He is looking forward to the day when his mother can let her snuggle up in her infancy and listen to a beautiful lullaby. He is looking forward to the day when his master's kitten plays with him. Holding hands, he hoped that his sisters would let him take part in swimming. Playing and fighting together in the water ... it's looking forward to it. When winter came, a man wept silently by the river, and his tears dripped into the stream. Reflect an elegant white swan.

Because of expectations. The ugly duckling turned into a white swan.