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In the journey of life, we will encounter many colorful things, which make us happy, make us troubled, make us helpless, and make us strong. But it was all fleeting. So, I learned to cherish and learn to cherish.

First of all, I learned to cherish friendships. Memories go back to the fifth grade of elementary school. I still remember the winter when the powder makeup was made of jade, and the snow was drifting for thousands of miles.

My test scores plummeted again and again, and in the morning, my mother kept scolding me, and my heart was full of joy. I ran out of the house in a very thin coat, the rustle of the branches in the wind cooled my heartstrings, I curled up alone in the corner, tears of sadness soaked the hem of my clothes, I was cold and hungry, annoyed and hateful - that feeling is still fresh in my memory - just then some of my good friends inadvertently passed in front of me, they saw me shivering, one of them took off his warm coat and draped it over my shoulders, asked me why, after knowing, My friend Wang Fang took me to her house, changed my clothes and roasted the fire, and the warm feeling immediately flooded my heart, making me feel the friendly and warm side of the world, and I secretly vowed in my heart at that time: I must cherish and remember this friendship.

As time passed, I learned to cherish time. "Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. "With the slipping of the water at our fingertips, in a blink of an eye, we have entered the third year of junior high school, and we will go to the examination room of the high school entrance examination in June next year, and a new challenge is coming.

Time is gone, we are seizing the opportunity to fight for our goals in a race against time, and the preciousness of time guides me to cherish it.

Finally, the smile on the corner of my mouth taught me to cherish life. People come to this world, it is a kind of fate, poor life, comfortable life is just a long road of life to enjoy the process, no matter rich or poor, as long as you know how to cherish, know how to taste, you will find that there is delicious in the ordinary, and there is truth in the ordinary. Smile every day you live, and you will find that life will be wonderful because of you!

Friend, open your eyes wide to look at the world, and in the subtleties you will know how to love something, cherish something, and realize the beauty of things. I learned to cherish, not for anything else, just for not coming to this world in vain, and learned to cherish, not for anything else, for the gratitude in my heart.

Everyone has their own colorful dreams and ideals in their hearts. Ideals are like a guiding light that will lead you to the other side of success. Friend, do you want to know my ideals?

Let me whisper to you: "My dream is to be a good lawyer"!

Every time I see well-dressed lawyers on TV in court, they clear the grievances of their victims, and I feel a sense of admiration in my heart. How I hope that in the near future, I will be able to stand in the solemn courtroom like those uncles and aunts, and use my rich legal knowledge to seek justice for the victims and let the victims get the punishment they deserve.

I remember when I was in the third grade, because I was very popular in the class, I didn't have ideals in life, so I would lose my way in life. Ideals are the beacon of life navigation, without it, our lives would be confused.

When I was in fifth grade, my teacher praised an essay I had written in class. After that commendation, I couldn't stop talking. At the same time, the lofty ideal of becoming a writer germinated in my heart.

At that time, I simply thought that if I wrote well and could be praised by my teacher, I would be a writer! However, gradually I learned that I realized that I was naïve.

Although I do not deny that the ideals that were so hastily set up at that time were wrong, at least I now realize more that a good writer does not really need much praise, but can make people wake up after reading his writings, those who make mistakes can feel fulfilled, and those who are bored can find pleasure.

If I could become a writer in the future, I would write about every bit of life so that people could find the joy of life. I know it's not easy to be a writer. I like to write essays, but I can't control words, and I always have to tear up articles that have been changed several times often, but I have never been discouraged because I firmly believed:

I'll write better next time! In the future, I will use my pen to write my wonderful life. Therefore, I will not give up my dream of being a writer.

Krylov once said: "Reality is this bank, the ideal is the other bank, there is a turbulent river in between, and action is a bridge built on the river. "So, I have to learn to observe life, study hard, and lay a good foundation.

Although I know that this dream of being a writer may not be realized, I have no regrets, at least I have tried, and the ideal of being a writer will guide me in the course.

Everyone has their own ideals, and of course I am no exception. When I was a child, my little treasure chest also contained colorful ideals. Today I will open my treasure chest and show you the treasures inside.

I talked to the teacher about my heart.

Maybe spring will be old, maybe flowers will be grateful, but what you accompany me is eternity. If I am a bird waiting to fly, then you are the wind that beats my wings; If I am a budding leaf, then you are the root that is buried deep in the earth. Oh, teacher, please pause for a moment the tip of your pen to correct your homework, please pause for a moment the pace of your hurried home visits, please pause for a moment your notes that are carefully preparing for class.

I want to say ...... to you

I'd like to say "I'm sorry" to you. You may have forgotten, but I can't. That Monday, I raised the red flag as a flag bearer without wearing a school uniform, and I didn't think much of it, but you reprimanded me for it.

I'm sad and feel like you've changed, you don't care about me anymore, you don't trust me anymore. The pain, the pain, has always been the pain, I can't forget, the pain like a needle piercing my heart. Therefore, I am "against you".

You pierced my inner world with your discerning eyes and said to me affectionately: "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood that day, but you have to remember to respect and love the red flag no matter where you enter." "I'm sorry", you said sorry to me!

Hate does not dare to stay in my heart anymore, but your words are deeply seared in my heart and can never erase ......

time flies！Time is like an arrow, now we are in the third year of junior high school, when you once again welcomed our group of children with affection, you must feel that the faces are no longer childish. Yes, we have grown up, and we are no longer the little girls who cry and laugh, and we are no longer the little boys who love to fight and make trouble.

Seedlings absorb the sunshine and rain, coupled with the hard cultivation of laborers, how can they not sprout and grow, your teaching, we have never deviated, two years, we grew up in your tolerance, the last year I want to say to you: "Teacher, we have truly understood 'do your own thing', you have worked hard, rest." The big red banner at the entrance of the school that reads "Celebrating the 20th Teacher's Day" is so conspicuous that I am ashamed that I did not prepare a gift for you, but I know that "respecting teachers does not have to give gifts".

Tell you the words of your heart, share them with you with joy, and then add a sentence affectionately "Hello teacher!" "You're probably satisfied, because you've never asked us for anything. The wind that blows its wings, you know that the birds will fly high in the blue sky, and the roots that are buried deep in the earth, you can know that the young leaves will be more luxuriant.

Oh, teacher, please pause for a moment the tip of your pen to correct your homework, please pause for a moment the pace of your hurried home visits, please pause for a moment your notes that are carefully preparing for class, I want to say to you, "You are the wind, you are the root." ”

Red envelopes.

Uncle Zhang suffered from appendicitis and needed surgery, so he came to the operating room to lie down. As soon as the anesthesiologist was about to start, Uncle Zhang chuckled in his heart and remembered a very important event, and then broke free from the hands of the operating table and rushed out of the door, leaving the medical staff at a loss.

I saw Uncle Zhang holding his lower abdomen with one hand, and holding the hand of his anxious daughter outside the door with the other, and asked in a low voice, "Did you send it out?" Do red envelopes work? The daughter was stunned and nodded. Uncle Zhang was relieved and returned to the operating table to lie down.

The operation was extremely successful, Uncle Zhang recovered quickly and well, and every time relatives, friends and relatives visited and greeted him, Uncle Zhang always mysteriously provided experience; "The red envelope worked, the red envelope worked! ”

When he was discharged from the hospital, Uncle Zhang and his daughter sorted out their things, and his daughter took out a red envelope and handed it to him. It turned out that the doctor confiscated the red envelope at all, for fear of affecting Uncle Zhang's mood during treatment, and asked his daughter to keep it secret for the time being.

Dear Teacher:

Hello! I stood on the balcony and listened to the wind blowing past my ears, and I wanted to look into the distance and see the elementary school students laughing in the schoolyard. I can't help but think that I have walked out of this elementary school and started my junior high school life.

Primary school life, nostalgic for ......Teacher: Don't forget to take time out of your busy life, let yourself relax, and always keep a young and happy heart. Teacher:

The most precious thing in the world is the sincere teacher-student relationship, deep nostalgia, like a fragrant flower, blooming in a deep valley. The wind is transparent, the rain is ticking, the clouds are flowing, the song is free, love is attentive, the sky is eternal, and you are unforgettable.

Teacher: Do you remember what you said to me? This class record will be a shadow of my life, and it sincerely records all the things worth remembering in me. A beautiful life is a combination of opportunity and sweat, and the crystallization of bravery and wisdom.

Teacher: 6 years of primary school is like a dream, when I wake up, I know how to cherish, I know how to say goodbye, when I wake up from a dream, I want to keep, but everything will not come again, I just hope to walk into that beautiful dream again. It seems that with the flick of my fingers, I bid farewell to my innocent childhood and began to move towards the flower season full of countless reveries - the beautiful boyhood, and the past 6 spring and autumn will become my eternal memory.

Teacher: The water is in a hurry, the years are in a hurry, only the teacher-student relationship will always exist in my heart. Goodbye, teacher!

Teacher, cherish!

Sincerely.