Three subheadings of 600 words, you write behind me.

When I was a child, I liked to have beautiful dreams. When I grew up, I found that I could dream a beautiful dream without worry about food and clothing, all thanks to my father. Because, dad is a big tree standing behind him. Why does this tree grow in the back instead of around the front? Dad never stood in front of me with his elders and burly figure, nor did he criticize or praise me too much, nor did he stop my dream of traveling around the world and cover the distance in my eyes. Because it will block my sight, block the sunshine that should have passed over my head, and when I start to move forward, I will bump into his trunk head-on and hurt myself. In frivolous youth, the big tree in front always keeps people full of fighting spirit out of the world, covering everything, including beauty and ugliness. However, it is easy for growing children to lose their original enthusiasm, motivation, will and ability because of such obstacles. But my father is a tall and arrogant tree, so that when I was a child, even now, I can travel bravely and try to fly over all difficulties. My left and right are reserved for friends, partners and brothers. When a person encounters setbacks and difficulties, he often needs friends, partners or relatives. But when I am depressed or sad, I won't turn to my father first. In my heart, my father is a tree. He can't speak, but he will give me attention and silent support. I fell down, and my father may not help me or help me, but I will try to get up, because such a big tree makes me understand that love is more important than here. The people around you are not alone, and it is not easy to hit a wall when listening to the voices around you, but where there are left and right, there is right and wrong, and there is society, so it is easy to listen. The left and right may change frequently, but there is only one patron saint. Everyone has a patron saint in his life. My patron saint is not a god, not an angel, but a tree, which can't speak, but gives people a strong sense of security. This big tree has been behind me, deeply rooted in the soil, nourishing the air on one side. The circle of life is very big. And my father used to stand where I couldn't notice, giving me the most attention and protection. A tree can not only shade a green umbrella, but also become a green light to illuminate the soul. Dad, this light illuminates the road ahead when I feel the darkness and find my way. When my hope is like a spark, I light up the sky with myself and comfort a teenager who has slipped. It is a tree like my father that protects me, does not block my light, does not prohibit my licentiousness, makes me thrive, makes me feel that life is full of challenges and warmth, and makes my mind no longer impetuous when facing the world. Thanks to my father's big tree, I can continue to dream when I grow up. No matter what difficulties, I won't be afraid, because you are behind me. ...

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Occasionally, I turn on the music, inadvertently play songs, listen to the familiar melody, and feel as if I were by my side and never left. -inscription

I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, we ran carefree in the fields together; I can't remember how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, and we walked with the wind of freedom step by step. I only remember unbridled laughter and slapstick. Tired, I leaned my head against the green grass, closed my eyes, bathed in warm sunshine and listened to the whisper of the breeze. Even when I am asleep, I feel each other's presence in my sleep. In the darkness where there is no sky, no earth and nothing, only you are by my side.

In a blink of an eye, time passed, but we were inseparable, and we still remember the difference. No greetings, no blessings, only two simple teenagers crying, tears completely wet the skirt. I remember how many times I was upset and spoiled, and I couldn't save our reunion. Later, when I got used to it, I gradually matured. I just write to you every week, and I often receive your letters. Every time I open your letter and listen to your life, I seem to see your figure again in a trance and return to my childhood in that dream. The familiar grass never left me, and you were by my side, never leaving.

There are always some trivial things in life. I have been confused, suffered, escaped and vented. I used to be decadent, lost confidence in life, and felt lifeless and listless all day. I only feel that the world seems to have lost all its luster, and it is gloomy and has no courage to move forward. However, every time I see your figure, you are smiling freely, which suddenly makes me feel that my burden is much lighter and my mood is better. The world in front of me once again glows with splendor, so I have the courage to move forward again, correct my mood, shoulder the burden and continue to set out for the future.

I have written to you many times and received your reply many times. In many letters, most of the contents have been forgotten, but there is one sentence that makes me unforgettable: even if the world forgets you, remember that I am still by your side. So, I smiled stupidly, and my friends laughed, too. What else can I ask for?

Listening to the melody, following the beat and listening to the familiar songs coming from the headphones, I couldn't help singing: "Life is fresher with you by my side, and every moment is wonderful, I think ..." ...

When I was a child, I liked to have beautiful dreams. When I grew up, I found that it was my father's credit that I could have enough to eat and wear and dream a beautiful dream. Because, dad is a big tree standing behind him. Why does this tree grow in the back instead of around the front? Dad never stood in front of me with his elders and burly figure, nor did he criticize or praise me too much, nor did he stop my dream of traveling around the world and cover the distance in my eyes. Because it will block my sight, block the sunshine that should have passed over my head, and when I start to move forward, I will bump into his trunk head-on and hurt myself. In frivolous youth, the big tree in front always keeps people full of fighting spirit out of the world, covering everything, including beauty and ugliness. However, it is easy for growing children to lose their original enthusiasm, motivation, will and ability because of such obstacles. But my father is a tall and arrogant tree, so that when I was a child, even now, I can travel bravely and try to fly over all difficulties. My left and right are reserved for friends, partners and brothers. When a person encounters setbacks and difficulties, he often needs friends, partners or relatives. But when I am depressed or sad, I won't turn to my father first. In my heart, my father is a tree. He can't speak, but he will give me attention and silent support. I fell down, and my father may not help me or help me, but I will try to get up, because such a big tree makes me understand that love is more important than here. The people around you are not alone, and it is not easy to hit a wall when listening to the voices around you, but where there are left and right, there is right and wrong, and there is society, so it is easy to listen. The left and right may change frequently, but there is only one patron saint. Everyone has a patron saint in his life. My patron saint is not a god, not an angel, but a tree, which can't speak, but gives people a strong sense of security. This big tree has been behind me, deeply rooted in the soil, nourishing the air on one side. The circle of life is very big. And my father used to stand where I couldn't notice, giving me the most attention and protection. A tree can not only shade a green umbrella, but also become a green light to illuminate the soul. Dad, this light illuminates the road ahead when I feel the darkness and find my way. When my hope is like a spark, I light up the sky with myself and comfort a teenager who has slipped. It is a tree like my father that protects me, does not block my light, does not prohibit my licentiousness, makes me thrive, makes me feel that life is full of challenges and warmth, and makes my mind no longer impetuous when facing the world. Thanks to my father's big tree, I can continue to dream when I grow up. No matter what difficulties, I won't be afraid, because you are behind me. ...

With you behind me, you are a big tree standing behind me.

You are fruitful and tall. When I am thirsty, I can turn around and pick a mouth-watering fruit and taste it slowly. When I am tired, I can stop and lean beside you; When I am hot, I can hide in your thick shade and enjoy the breeze. ...

I walked in a hurry on the way to study, and it was inevitable that I would fall and bump. When I failed in the exam, I picked a hard-working fruit for an instant; When I encounter difficulties, I pick an encouraging fruit; When I won, I picked an ordinary fruit ... to taste bitterness with sweet and sour. ...

Turn around and leave you behind me.

When the burden of study is on me, when the steps under my feet are too heavy, every step is so difficult, and my mind is exhausted. At this time, I stopped, put everything aside, leaned against you, looked at the blue sky, quietly smelled the green smell from you, let me close my eyes and enjoy it happily. ...

When I recovered my tired body and mind under your shade, I was full of strength, confidence and fighting spirit, once again plunged into the ocean of problems, once again took the pace of struggle and tried to make successful progress. ...

Turn around, turn around, read you, you are behind me.

In fact, there is such a big tree behind everyone. It is the teacher's teaching, the encouragement of friends, and the selfless care of mothers. They silently watered this tree when you were growing up, making them the habitat of our hearts. When we fail in the learning process, the encouragement of our friends gives you the motivation to move forward. When we make mistakes, the teacher's teaching gives us the opportunity to correct them; Your mother's company gave you the determination to stick to it when we were writing at midnight.

In the middle of the night, it was very quiet outside the window. Except for the occasional breeze, it is the sound of my pen brushing. I swim alone in the ocean of problems, accompanied by more anxiety and fatigue. Every second passes, my determination to stick to it weakens by one point. At this time, my mother will quietly take a book and sit at the desk and read it silently. She didn't ask about me, but she didn't shout tired. She was worried that it would affect me.

Turn around, turn around, understand you, have you behind me.

The pace of progress has never stopped, and the goal of struggle has never changed, but my understanding and touching of you has become more and more profound and clear. Maybe your silence makes me understand you, maybe your breath makes me understand you, maybe your concern makes me learn to love you unconsciously ... even if I am bitter and tired again, I still have you standing behind me, giving me incomparable warmth and happiness and letting me know my family. ...

Mom? Or a big tree? I don't know and I don't want to know. ...

Because they are both the same and different. ...

Turn around, turn around, hug you, you are behind me.

Did you write 200 words behind me? You are fruitful and tall. When you are thirsty, you can turn around and pick a mouth-watering fruit and taste it slowly; When I am tired, I can stop and lean beside you; When I am hot, I can hide in your thick shade and enjoy the breeze. ...

I walked in a hurry on the way to study, and it was inevitable that I would fall and bump. When I failed in the exam, I chose a moment to work hard; When I encounter difficulties, I pick an encouraging fruit; When I won, I picked an ordinary fruit ... to taste bitterness with sweet and sour. ...

Turn around, turn around, you're behind me.

When the burden of study is on me, when the steps under my feet are heavier, every step is so difficult, and I am exhausted. At this point, I stopped and put everything aside. I lean on you, look at the blue sky, quietly smell the green breath from you, let me close my eyes and enjoy it happily. ...

When I recovered my tired body and mind under your shade, I was full of strength, confidence and fighting spirit, once again plunged into the ocean of problems, once again took the pace of struggle and tried to make successful progress. ...

Turn around, turn around, read you, with you behind me.

In fact, there is such a big tree behind everyone. It is the teacher's teaching, the encouragement of friends, and the selfless care of mothers. They silently watered this tree when you were growing up, making them the habitat of our hearts. When we fail in the learning process, the encouragement of our friends gives you the motivation to move forward. When we make mistakes, the teacher's teaching gives us the opportunity to correct them; When we were writing at midnight, your mother's company gave you the determination to stick to it.

In the middle of the night, it was very quiet outside the window. Except for the occasional breeze, it is the sound of my pen brushing. I swim alone in the ocean of problems, accompanied by more anxiety and fatigue. Every second passes, my determination to stick to it weakens by one point. At this time, my mother will quietly take a book and sit at the desk and read it silently. She didn't ask about me, but she didn't shout tired. She was worried that it would affect me.

Turn around, turn around, understand you, have you behind me.

The pace of progress has never stopped, the goal of struggle has never changed, and my understanding and touching of you has become more and more profound and clear. Maybe your silence makes me understand you, maybe your breath makes me understand you, maybe your concern makes me unconsciously learn to love you ... even if I am bitter and tired again, I still have you standing behind me, giving me incomparable warmth and happiness and letting me know my family. ...

Mom? Or a big tree? I don't know and I don't want to know. ...

Because they are both the same and different. ...

Turn around, turn around and hug you, with you behind me.

You have written behind me (about tfboys), flowers are blooming, leaves are falling, cicadas are singing and snowdrifts are falling. Unconsciously, many years have passed, people come and go, and a society composed of people with distinct personalities has taught me a lot. With you around, my life has become rich and colorful in stability.

My teacher, you must remember that hot noon, when you were sitting at your desk sorting out information, you looked up and saw me and my classmates covering your stomach. At that time, my face was blue and I felt that my ears were full of noisy voices. Stomach pain makes me feel hard to talk. At that time, I was as shriveled as a frost-beaten eggplant. You helped me sit down calmly, took out a warm water bag and filled it with water, while you searched several drawers for stomach medicine. After searching for a long time, you patted me on the shoulder and went out to buy medicine and bask in the sun alone. When you came back flushed, you forgot to drink water and were busy giving me medicine. You looked at me and nodded as if satisfied after swallowing the pills, sitting aside and continuing to sort out the information.

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." My teacher, with you around, I learned to care about others in my busy life.

My friend, you must remember that morning when the cold wind roared. At that time, I had just caught a cold, my nose was stuffy, my throat was sore and itchy, and the cold wind was blowing straight on the playground. I even think I'm going to faint. At this time, you came running with your coat and put it on me, saying that you are in good health. After listening to your reluctant excuse, gratitude swept away my gloomy mood.

"Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun." Friend, with you around, I learned to warm others in the cold.

Dad, you must remember that rainy night. You waited for me at the school gate with an umbrella and a raincoat. At that time, because I was naughty, I just loved stepping on puddles and didn't want to run around holding your hand. You followed me silently, held an umbrella for me, strode under the umbrella for a while, and then suddenly stopped, but you didn't say anything about these behaviors, just silently. Joy begets sorrow. I suddenly got stuck in the mud. I was lying on the ground waiting for your help, but I looked up and found that you just reached out to me and motioned me to get up. I pulled you carefully, a little rough.

You wrote 600 words behind me (take someone else's umbrella home in the rain), and God kept dropping "Jin Doudou", as if there was something sad. I was walking home, complaining about God. Time to cross the street, green light! Fortunately, I strut.

Walk slowly across the street. Looking back, an aunt caught my attention. She is wearing sunglasses, with a cane in one hand and a beautiful flower umbrella in the other. It's raining harder and harder ............................................................................................................................................

I see, this aunt is blind. Suddenly, the green light turned red and the car started. I thought to myself: oh, no, the blind are in danger! Sure enough, the blind man seemed to hear the sound of the car moving, and his face showed a panicked god.

The color, the cane is shaking and knocking around, but all I can touch is the tire. A car suddenly sped in front of the blind man, so I closed my eyes and couldn't bear to look down. I thought that when it was over, there would be a bloody battle.

A dripping car accident. Suddenly, a man behind me jumped out, pushed the blind man away and stepped back by himself. Whew-there's no accident at last. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked intently. It turned out to be a little boy. Little boy mixed

He helped the blind man and said, "Aunt, let me help you cross the street!" " "The blind man thanked him." Thank you, thank you so much! " "I immediately guessed that the little boy would say," You're welcome, aunt.

Be careful when crossing the street next time. Unexpectedly, he said, "Nothing. My mother is blind, too When she crosses the road, there are often good people who help her like this. " I was surprised and immediately focused on his god.

State, I see that he is so natural, as if he helped him.

The composition "You are behind me" is about 600 words. "How can I write you on a piece of red paper?" Time always steals too much, leaving me to think alone. Along the way, we passed through mud and strong wind. Thank you for always being by my side.

I remember that the sun was fine that day, and the white clouds in the sky seemed to be disturbed. We met in the afternoon sun. I still remember your plain smile and overwhelming enthusiasm that day. It turns out that we are students in the same class. You are the best in the class, but you look like a child in front of me. You are so cute. However, you are always trying to tell me silently, don't worry, you will always be there. Under the dazzling starlight, I fell into infinite memories.

Clear face, reflecting bright sunshine and ink monologues. I cried that day, but I was lucky to have you. In the first exam, my math score was like a whip, and I was given a hard slap, not soft. Unintentional smile, gloomy future. Junior high school teachers ignored these beaten soldiers, and I suddenly felt that mathematics was hopeless. Fortunately, with you, you are like the warm sun in winter, pointing to the bottom of my heart. You wipe away the remaining tears and tell me it's no big deal. Come next time. I look at your face as if it can give me fearless courage. From then on, you will always come to me with a lot of exercises, explain them tirelessly, and tolerate my occasional small temper. Success will not be stingy with everyone who works hard. In the next exam, my grades have been greatly improved. You can't help laughing when you look at my smile. Do you realize that? There is a small dark circle under your eyes, which stands out under your big shining eyes. Do you make up your homework at night after tutoring me every day? How can I not be moved by your silent help behind my back like this?

Play a piece of music that belongs to you in a gentle tone. How come... Your words made my eyes water. Sometimes, there are always contradictions. When I am misunderstood, you will stand by me, hold my trembling hand tightly and give me invisible strength. When I need a hug, you will let me lean on your shoulder, which is not big enough, but very reassuring. That time in the playground, after a fierce quarrel, in a dark corner, you gently held my back, accompanied by silence, listening to my sobs. You said, "100 people can't distract us." Do you know that your words have disturbed my heart for a long time? How can I forget them? You always say to me, "You still have me." I still have you. What am I afraid of? Thank you, always leave the best for me and always think of me; I always like my sister, but I always think about her, asking for nothing in return. With you behind me, I will never be lonely.

When we are together, there are always too many stories, and the sunshine is gentle every day. Hand in hand, keep walking, we don't look back. Thank you for always supporting you.

G-Dragon asked you to write behind me. Ever since I met you, I've been completely in a state of semi-dementia.

After listening to your song, no matter what others say you are a fool, keep a 45 smile.

Seeing your MV, on the big screen, I thought with heartache, dear, it finally succeeded.

Thinking of your tears, I can't dwell on my little things anymore.

Even if I look at your face like this, I can't get over it.

With faith, even if you are tired, painful and want to cry again, as long as you are remembered, everything becomes easy and simple.

Because I know that in your dictionary, there is no word "give up", and your belief is to go on bravely.

Why are your eyes full of tears?

The first time I saw that photo, my heart was completely shocked.

I asked myself several times, is this a dragon? Is this a dragon? Is this really a dragon?

Finally, I was told that this was G-Dragon.

At that time, I felt that I really should introspect.

Looking at the dragon and laughing every day,

I'm not used to him, okay?

Will it be sad to forget him?

Forget him and you will cry.

This is the last time I want to say to him: I'm sorry, dear.

I always tell myself:

He is a glorious man.

He is a man of great personality.

He is a very naughty man.

He is also a very distressing person.

I am willing to give everything for this man.

At your concert,

I cursed you loudly,

I cried loudly for your glory and pain,

I listen to your heartbreak loudly and sing along.

Because of you, I became simple.

The pillow with your picture printed on both sides seems to be safe if you hug it every day.

I was so proud when I flew out of the umbrella printed with BIGBAGN. I want to tell you that I am a proud VIP.

There are eight DVDs in all. I went to one video store after another and finally saved enough money to buy them back. I cherish them.

The picture of your smiling face is behind my desk lamp. I can see you as long as I look up, and I feel very practical.

That poster posted by Zhang greatly in the most conspicuous place in my home is the most dazzling introduction and the most indispensable existence of my home.

That star earphone, the same color as you bought, is super emotional when listening to Teenager, which seems to be zero distance.

Like your heart-shaped dress, I sometimes wear it when I sleep at night, so it's warm.

I found a big shot on the skirt. I knew it belonged to me at first sight.

Everything about me is about you.

Happy time:

When BB releases new songs, I always shout: Ah, G-Dragon.

And you have the most special eyes in the world. When you wait for me, when you are firm, when you smile, I know that I have been planted in the hands of your G-Dragon.

When you twitch, ghosts get scared.

Singing "1 parking lot" looks nosebleed. Lyrics, "I stood in the parking lot of 1 as if the whole world was jealous of us.

And you attended the title song of Beibei's "The Sun", which was a completely charming smile. I get dizzy when I think about it. Uh, give me some toilet paper to wipe my nosebleed.

The young people in my family are completely infected by me. The phone is full of songs from you and BB. Even my aunt's signature says: Love BIGBANG.

My parents always say I'm crazy. I think being crazy about you is the coolest way to be crazy in the world, ha.

After August 18, 20XX, I was very excited to see your G-Dragon name all over M and the charts, really.

It was written on the tablecloth: All Little Dragons, heartthrob.

G-Dragon, I tried my best to protect you.

If a person cannot shine, we will be your light.

All dragons and dragons, let us know that the word expectation is not enough.

I am sorry, but I love you, my heart.

I remember being scolded by the teacher for writing these things, but I can see them every day. Everything is worth it for you.

When you are addicted to flowers, you will kiss two people. My deskmate said all day, why haven't I kissed enough? I left him and said, why? Kissing is never enough, and then we laugh together,

Your smile is my greatest encouragement. I think of you and think I should study hard.

For example, if I have a future, I will be your agent and watch you all day, ha.

For example, negotiate with Lao Yang to add a room to your dormitory.

Also, when I get rich, I will try my best to support you and make you more popular than Michael Jackson.

..... the above is the idea, the best implementation, as far as possible. However, I am just a civilian.

I know you also like white.

When you are sad,

You are the source of my sadness,

I'm really afraid that you will get hurt bit by bit.

But there's nothing I can do. I can't stop it. I feel this is my most tragic place.

I want to tell everyone in the world, G-Dragon, that I love you.

All the distinguished guests loudly tell you: Dear, we love you forever.

Only in this way can we give you strength.

No matter what happens, VIP will be the person closest to you, who loves you the most and supports you the most.

We support you and never retreat.

You have been a distressing child since you were a child,

If you were not so strong, you might not make people feel so distressed.

Just because you are too strong, others think you are too strong.

I want to protect you with everything. I don't want you to suffer so much.

I don't want you to get hurt too much.

For example, the heartbreaker. Light a lamp.

You are a perfectionist, and you do everything best.

Why don't we like this G-Dragon?

But my dragon,

There are so many boring people who envy you. But they don't know how powerful you are,

I can't stop those boring people anyway, and we can't stop them anyway.

It's really embarrassing that there are such boring people in the world. , I really want to see, I see a scold a,

Will hurt, will hurt, we want to replace your pain, can you understand?

Light a lamp. Tomorrow will be fine. My you, our you, the future is red.

This feeling is so strong,

No matter how hard we try, we can't reduce the harm to you.

Just like your concert in 20XX. The panda was sent to the hospital because it was splashed with fireworks when it turned around, and its tearful face.

Just like in 20XX, when you attended seven's concert and danced with "Oh No", Beibei turned over in rehearsal, and the blood on her finger made me cry.

And when you were at the concert, you said: You hate crying in front of VIP, which makes us sad, so you are always sad by yourself. Then say the oath, are you there?

Happy face, you know, I am so distressed. After that, you are relieved. You must have held back your tears, as if to share them for you.

And your concert: I have watched Glory and Pain for three times, and I really don't want to watch it any more. If I dare not look again, I will suffer more than you.

Maybe I should have known that the more we look forward to you, the more pressure you have. I'm sorry

G-Dragon, I love you.

I tried my best to protect you.

With you behind me, how can I highlight 1 The annual tomb sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. Like last year, my mother and I went to visit grandpa's grave. On the way, I kept asking my mother, "mom, mom, what does grandpa look like?" My mother always says kindly, "Just like my mother!" My grandfather died when my mother was in the fourth grade. He didn't leave any photos. ...