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"Hello, teacher!" I called her affectionately. She is a teacher at my alma mater. Now, when I meet her on my way to school, it is inevitable to address her politely. I love her in my heart. How I hope that when I meet her, I can go forward with her and recall together: teacher-student friendship, teacher-student contradiction, interesting things between teachers and students ... what a wonderful moment!

However, since I entered middle school, time is tight. I usually cherish it, but-

One night, when I was on my way to school, I caught many cars. The road is blocked by vehicles and pedestrians, and the sounds of lamas, sirens and motor vehicles are mixed. I rode my bike on the road, and my eyes quickly swept over every face. Suddenly, a familiar face came into view. She, my teacher, suddenly braked, jumped out of the car, moved the car to the side of the road, respectfully saluted her and cried excitedly, "Hello, teacher!" " She looked at me, her face full of eager and moving eyes. "School!" She smiled with relief.

Pedestrians on the side of the road watched. Seeing her, I was moved by the past and couldn't wait to rush forward to look at her face and hug her. There are so many people and cars that I can only watch helplessly. I believe that at this moment, as a teacher, she will understand me and know what I am thinking, so I smile at her with a grateful heart. Maybe the headlights and street lamps are too dazzling. I found that she smiled like an angel in the dark, and her eyes sparkled. I bowed deeply to her, waved, got on the bus and went to school.

I know exactly what kind of person she is, and she won't blame me. But I did leave a regret: I didn't really hug the teacher. Recalling the past, a string of beads sparkled. How much she cared about me in primary school! I check my homework every day; My tears flow in my eyes and my heart. Kindness, she will never forget to talk to his or her classmates. How I wish I could talk to her again! Even if it's just a gentle touch on her hand, those hands that have worked hard all her life. I also know that at this time, she also wants to touch my head as a child, searching for that beautiful feeling in the depths of her memory, which is the most unforgettable moment.

I hate myself, so I won't even give her a few minutes. I hate time, too Why is it always so short? What an honor it is to meet the teachers of my alma mater! But I not only didn't talk to the teacher, but also didn't go to her to express my condolences for her life.

However, I think it is my best work to look at the teacher affectionately and say hello to each other. Memories, eyes, greetings, touching, combined into a supreme taste of life, that moment was so beautiful.

"Hello, teacher!" How many thoughts and wishes are there? Maybe what I want to express most at this moment is her! Just hope, if you love deeply; Meet again, I will taste the most beautiful moment and make up for the most beautiful moment in the world!

Example 2:

Beauty is the sunrise in the morning, the colorful flowers in spring, a warm exhortation when leaving, a serene smile on the old man's face and the last vine leaf on the tree.

Rodin said: "Beauty is everywhere, and the only thing missing is our eyes." I always want to revel in the beautiful moments in my life, so I always keep my eyes open. Because beauty always makes my heart tremble and even tears flow down my face.

The desolate beauty makes my young heart mature. At the seaside, I felt her beauty. The illusion of the sea always feels so primitive. When you don't indulge, there is also the sad charm of "the river that never returns", which is so desolate and beautiful. Desolation is not an embryo of tragedy, but a mature philosophy, which is worth feeling, but not both of us can bear it.

I like to stay by the window and feel the sadness and beauty in life. I think, Liu's "Canyue" and Xin Qiji's "Sunset sets, smoke willow heartbroken" are also born at this sad and beautiful moment. I like to watch the fallen leaves fall quietly from the trees. Perhaps it grows out of the eyes of a petiole, and it falls happily for a long time, and the happy will fall silently. This sad beauty disturbed my thoughts and told me the philosophy of life: happiness comes and happiness goes, which is the content of joy between heaven and earth, and each completes its own existence.

Warm beauty is sometimes the beauty of contrast, especially in the rain. Sometimes it rains outside, but my heart is sunny; Sometimes it is sunny outside, but it is raining in my heart. The beauty in life always makes you feel in contrast. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. I once saw a pair of trembling figures in the pouring rain. Under a small umbrella, two thin old people were holding hands, laughing and chatting about the past, letting the rain fly. Although those rickety and scrawny old people have disappeared, their chapped voices, smiles and watery stories always haunt my immortal thoughts; The good moments in life are indelible.

How many beautiful moments should there be in life? Those fleeting but moist feelings in my eyes, those unforgettable stories will gradually accumulate in my heart and sink into a most dignified, beautiful and meaningful gift. With the passage of time, the change of mood will never be ignored or cherished.