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The memories are so quiet.

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Maybe I should completely forget all my memories, including the happy past, while I can still see it now.

On this day, or that year, when I heard that you never loved, I could not help you return to me except to give myself a backbone and hold back my tears.

When I meet my friends, I always hear them say that this winter is not as cold as it used to be, but I seem to prefer to believe that the temperature has not changed, but it has snowed a little less than usual.

Are you the same as me, there is a person who can't let go, have you ever had the same dream with me, and have fantasized about forever, are you the same as me now, you have enough pain for love, you are trying to be confused and helpless, do you want to say, we are all the same.

I won't touch your songs, your memories, your everything, I'm afraid of heartache, I'm afraid of tears, but I'll remember you, at least I still have happy memories.

I heard that now that you have him, when you kiss him, please don't tell him what you told me before, then I will be amorous.

Thinking of the roses that I gave you in those years, I think, if you are willing to come back, I will send you a heart that loves you more beautiful than roses, but unfortunately, you are still so disdainful, and I am still so persistent.

Perhaps, you will think, I don't love you so much, in fact, I want to say, I don't want to love you too, if I don't love you so much, then now I will be very free, at least not like now, with these humble words, to tell all the unhappiness.

If you didn't love me in the first place, why did you ask me to pay so much, don't you feel a little cruel, you let a simple and happy person become a walking corpse who has lost his sense of the world.

Have you ever felt the same way as me, have we all said that I love him more than myself, but we all know that she loves him more than herself, and this person is not herself.

A journey of one person, or a pas de deux of two people, I don't want to be involved in memories.

I always fantasize that you can come back, ** rings, I always think it's a message from you coming back, and I always walk downstairs silently past your house, wanting to say that I still love you, but it's still choked in my throat.

Everything I gave was so sincere, and in the end, I still left scars all over my body, and every night of heartache was telling me that I hadn't let go yet.

What do you clearly say not to think about you, or will I get used to remembering you every day, am I too infatuated? I'm still obsessed, I'm obsessed with your gentleness.

I heard you once say to me that the sky is beautiful at dusk, but the dusk gives me too indifference, and the sky that appears is also gray and red.

I feel that everything is so ignorant, is it used to not having you by my side, will make my future story so blurry.

In the future, I will no longer listen to your favorite songs, no longer go to the space, watch your dynamics, I will not mess up my emotions all day because of your words, and I will not fantasize that you can come back because of memories.

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Life is half memorable, half continues, if there is no memory, how can it continue.

Mom, I was touched by my life.

I had a special teacher who taught me a lot of things like filial piety, trustworthiness, and strength ......

The beginning is concise, and the general collar is full text).

I didn't memorize what she taught me like I learned English, but I learned ...... in practice and case after exampleFilial piety, this is what I learned first, and I learned. When my grandmother was still alive, my mother used to buy large bags of things and take me to visit her. Whenever my grandmother saw my mother, she would run up with her little feet trembling, her eyes narrowed into a slit because of excitement, and her smile bloomed on her wrinkled face, which was so sweet and gratifying.

My mother's every move in my grandmother's service, I watched it in my eyes and remembered it in my heart. I secretly decided that I would also do my filial piety. By chance, I found that my grandmother liked to read very much, and she was very fast, and it was not enough to describe it as "one glance and ten lines".

My grandmother guessed my mind and said, "Silly boy, I'm looking at the pictures!" "Oh, I see.

So whenever I went to my grandmother's house, I would draw one or two childish paintings to show my grandmother, so that my grandmother would not be lonely, and my grandmother would always say to me, "This child is so filial!" Later, my grandmother unfortunately passed away, and my mother often cried.

So I remembered filial piety.

The language is delicate and moving).

Keeping promises, this is the biggest highlight of motherhood. Once, I saw a fine composition book, but I couldn't buy it without money. Later, my mother said that she would buy it for me on Sunday, but as a result, the weather was not beautiful, and it rained heavily on Sunday, and God kept "crying", so I thought my mother would not buy it for me.

But when my mother came back, she had the book I liked. Yes! I understand that my mother is afraid that I will be in a hurry because I "love books like life".

That's why I bought it in the rain, and I asked my mother happily and angrily, "Why don't you wait for the rain to stop and buy books?" Mom said

Books, of course, don't fly, but credit does. The most important thing for a person to live is to be trustworthy, if you don't keep your word, who will believe you in the future? This remark gave me a new understanding of my mother, who is really a good "teacher".

Ordinary event, but with a strong sense of life and very infectious)

Being strong is the most prominent characteristic of a mother. When I was in junior high school, my mother began to tell me her story, she was very miserable when she was a child, her family was poor, her grandfather and grandmother were not in good health, she came home from school every day, she did housework first, and then did her homework; When I was young, my father worked in the city and my mother worked in the countryside, plowing the fields, sowing seeds, and harvesting all by my mother. Not to mention the scorching summer, it is the cool autumn breeze, and the towel that my mother wipes her sweat can wrung out of the water.

Looking back now, I really don't believe that my mother was able to survive such a hard day.

I want to learn from my mother's strength and dare to face any difficulties. Of course, my mother taught me a lot more - tolerance, forbearance, self-confidence, and thoughtfulness......

Echo from beginning to end, highlighting the main idea of the article. A few small things in life reflect the ordinariness and greatness of my mother, and it is very true that my mother taught me to be my first teacher by words and deeds. It's fresh and substantial.

This article is very successful, the sentences are smooth, the observation is careful and careful, and it can be introduced in a certain order of orientation!

This article has a prominent center, beautiful sentences, and appropriate wording, and it is a beautiful article! I hope you will continue to work hard.

Your article is very successful, the sentences are plain, the emotions are real, and it is very touching!

Your essay uses a lot of anthropomorphic sentences and comparative sentences, which is a good essay, and I hope you can write a better essay.

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing the disoriented to walk towards the light; The warmth is snow.

a fire that makes the cold people feel the heat in their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert that sweetens the mouth of a dry mouth.

When winter comes, snowflakes are flying in the sky, spreading a thick quilt on the earth. I walked down the street, feeling very cold, and from time to time I covered my mouth with my hand to warm up.

By accident, I noticed a few leaflets and other pieces of paper pasted on a smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked to be forty or fifty years old had brushed the paper with a water-soaked brush, and then carefully tore it with his hands.

Although she was on the other side, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red was like fire.

After carefully clearing several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen. Seeing her move closer to the wall, she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why didn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions ran through my mind.

I was about to take a look, but I saw a skinny female cleaner approaching the paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.

When I saw it, I was even more confused, so I made up my mind to take a look.

Cross the street and come to the wall. What catches your eye is a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ......

The suspicion was relieved, and I understood everything in an instant. At this time, a warm current came to my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, and I no longer felt cold, but felt exceptionally warm.

Winters are cold. But he also makes people feel warm, just like the two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from the burning heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the petal of incense in my heart.

I think it's warm enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.