Essay Don t just say I love you .

Looking up at the starry sky, a meteor fell; I lowered my head in contemplation, and suddenly heard a few frogs chirping. The one hanging in the sky, I don't know if it's the star I miss day and night?

Spring breeze. It was a warm spring breeze and a sunny day. With a kite in your hand, you led me and the neighbor's children to run through the wilderness.

The paper kites flying in the sky fly farther and higher than the butterflies and dragonflies of other children. Steady and steady, not bumpy or turbulent, ushering in bursts of shouting, cheers ......The neighbor's uncle asked me if I bought the paper kite in **, and I said that my father made it. Uncle said, no wonder the wind is good for your family, my father and I just giggled, savoring what happiness is in Xiangzhou.

Summer. It was a hazy moonlit and breezy summer night. You lie on the grass, feast and change my pillow in your arms, only to hear the sound of frogs, really like bells and drums in unison, spread between heaven and earth, the whole world is immersed in this drum music.

At this time, you pointed to the starry sky and told me the legends that were slowly flowing in the Milky Way in the sky, and you said, "The most dazzling one is the North Star, and you are Daddy's North Star!" At that moment, my little self began to appreciate what happiness is.

Autumn. It was an autumn day with a bleak autumn breeze and a forest full of colors. When I came to the bottom of the mountain, I saw that the sunset was shining red on the hill, and there was a figure with a rickety back, carrying a plow and driving an ox, staggering from the mountain, which was fixed in my memory, that is you, the father I miss day and night.

Your thinning body is no longer the body you were in the prime of life. When I took the plough from your shoulder, I didn't see your smile, but I heard your soft sigh. At this time, I was feeling sad about what it was.

Winter snow. It was a season of snow and snow howling from the north. I learned that you were critically ill and rushed to the hospital.

I took your hand and heard you say, "I'm sorry, you have to take care of yourself." With that, you walked away.

Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and my sky collapsed in an instant. The paper kite flying in the sky, the North Star in the night sky, and the staggering figure were gone, and I cried out in my heart, savoring what pain was.

End. Winter goes and spring comes again, thinking of the passing years, tears slip down again. Raising his head and looking at the bend, there are many emotions in his heart. To tell you from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry for you, father, if there is an afterlife, I will still be your son.

Dear Mom:

Hello! It's been a long time since I've spoken to you. Maybe it's because I've grown up, and I only want to talk to my friends about a lot of things.

As I grew up, I became more and more ignorant. Often irritated and irritable at every turn. I've gradually learned to talk back, but I don't know that I've hurt you, so I want to say to you, "I'm sorry. ”

You often run around and work hard for me, several times, because I have no appetite to eat, Mom, you go to buy my favorite wontons for me no matter the wind or rain. Once, I had surgery and couldn't take a shower for more than ten days, and my mother wiped me every day. In order to prevent my leg wound from getting and let me take a comfortable bath, my mother racked her brains and finally came up with a feasible way to wrap my leg in plastic wrap.

As a result, I was given a comfortable bath. My mom was helping me put on my pants when I almost fell. At this time, I heard my mother's words, "Mom is so stupid, she can't wear pants well."

I felt terrible. Mom rarely goes out, except for the occasional exercise. I know, it's for me.

So, Mom, I want to say to you: thank you.

There are many, many more, I want to say to you, but, a thousand words into one sentence, Mom, I love you.

You are a cultivator of beauty, beauty.

It's you who use beauty.

Moisturize with beautiful rain and dew, our hearts are talented.

You are like the silent roots of the tree, which make the little tree grow.

It's twelve o'clock in the evening, and the lights are still on in front of your window, and you are still seriously studying the teaching materials, studying the teaching methods, the current situation of students, infiltrating ideological education, and writing and cultivating students.

Let the students. of the details.

You are like this, holding "do things seriously, be a down-to-earth person, not willing to lag behind, and always move forward", I think.

Be willing to be a good one.

Bring yourself. It is closely connected with the cause of education, and it is tireless to learn, brave to innovate, and passionate about it.

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; But I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. It's you who hold it up.

The backbone! You're like one.

Give all the heat and light to the younger generations! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words, which is burning! Non-stop burning!

Your lectures, computer-aided, take us into a rich and colorful world, and each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful one.

。Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful soul flowers bloom?

Countless touching moments can converge into the most brilliant scenery in each other's hearts; Only the most sincere love can let this hand in hand to spend the days to come, whether the road is paved with flowers or thorns, only by never abandoning, can we truly love each other, let him or her accompany you, until ...... forever

Qixi Festival, the beautiful myth in the mouth of my grandmother, is under the grape trellis to listen with bated breath, she is ancient and mysterious, romantic and subtle.

Although the passing of the meteor is only a short moment, that moment is frozen and eternally beautiful.

After watching "Let's Watch the Meteor Shower" last night, my mood always can't be calmed, my mind is very messy, why?

Why do two people who love each other always quarrel, the battlefield that is always full of gunpowder, but what is left is the sadness and pain of two people, why does Yunhai always not understand Yuxing's kindness, misunderstanding, and contradictions always rise again and again, sprinkle salt on the scarred wound again and again, and bear a huge blow on the fragile hearts of the two people again and again, they can only cry silently, waiting stupidly, obviously they are all fragile, but they have to pretend to be so strong, why are two people who love each other, can only watch each other, a world, is so lonely and lonely, as if time is stagnant, the chill wells up in my heart, and tears roll.

How could I forget my love and let me lose you, stupid, I thought I could be together, a meteor crossed by, without you by my side, even if my dream came true, it would be meaningless......"The sad melody, the corners of my eyes are wet, the song has been rippling in my heart for a long time, I can't let go, sad feelings, I seem to be trapped in this indescribable feeling.

Although the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl only meet once a year, but they cherish it very much, I think the sky above tonight belongs to them, they are the most romantic, they spread the seeds of love and happiness to the world, pass on their beautiful stories and bless the world's lovers can eventually become married, can accompany each other, until they are old, never separated, perhaps in this emotional road is full of ups and downs and hardships, as long as each other never give up, do not give in, the power of love will break through the fence, the tide of love will roll up, wash away many difficulties, In the end, they can snuggle together sweetly and recall the joys, sorrows and sorrows on the road to the sky. Keep all the wind and rain behind you, and let the whole starry sky play the main theme of love for you.

We need to learn to be brave enough to speak out the love in our hearts.

Postscript: I really hope that Chu Yuxing and Murong Yunhai can be happy and live happily together forever.